The Pursuit of Heaven by Nicole Terry  It crawls out of the darkness and calls your name. Like a dream, it becomes your desires with friendly hospitality. It charms and seduces until you are confused, plunders your individuality, its society invites you in, and traps you with promises of commonality.   Like a weapon it carries civilization. You are lost among the Many praising hallucinations, and deluded by the Party Relations. Too soon, you realize your serfdom; just another tenant aboard a merchant ship. Pay your dues and be rewarded with its profits while it declares and teaches the Gospel of Admiralty.   Its prophets predict inflations and crash entire nations. Causes all revolutions and finances countries. You stand among the Spectators awaiting the next Salvation to conquer another monster for the Grand Feast and holiday festivities propagate on the TV; holy day idolaters dancing for the Beast. It breeds through us all, formed and cultured, germinating within every censused generation. It has the power of Authority presiding, but the believers perform its Foundation. Federating the union sells cheap, to the highest bidder whole cities to Reap.   A paper constitution, now the Dragon takes hold. The advantage of domination, your retirement's been sold. It accounts you, delivers your licensed identity. It makes you believe you have no soul. It conveys your reason, stupefied you pray to the All Mighty, ultimate Lord of Slaves.   Where is your Question, culled to the Auction? Allotted for the privilege, allowance for your Labor. A simple Fee for your trading; now you are a feudal slave. Gone is your property, left at the temple for tithing. The Pretender raises its hands, tips its hat at the lambs. The Shepherd tends to its fields while the Farmer taxes what he steals. You are left now with nothing, on the verge of jumping in pursuit of this prison called Heaven.  © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED   [back to Poems] [Sensual Poetry]