Invader … The Master Keys

By TLB Contributing Author: Ken LaRive

It came, multiplying in like kind,
From a stranger’s hand it found,
A pitiless path on primitive mind,
And a body of fertile ground.

It crossed the vacuums of the air,
A simplistic entity of genetic lie,
And found safe haven through my despair,
In the safe harbor of my eye.

Gates flew open with its master keys,
As antibodies rushed to defend,
On fields of blood a fever seethes,
Where the aches and chills begin.

Riots of cosmos, poisoned and cursed,
Battle germs of invadering bands,
Night air makes it far the worst,
As I sneeze into my hands.

Exhausted in a fitful sleep,
In dreams of twistering bits,
The invaders child drifts from its keep,
And on my hand it sits.

To rid the virus may seem coarse,
But to win one has to pay,
It’s fact invaders leave their host,
Only when given away.


Ken LaRive


Ken LaRive – FacetsIt’s a simple but beautiful metaphor. Our soul is likened to an uncut diamond, pure, perfect, and unrealized. Each learned experience cleaves a facet on its face, and leaves it changed forever. Through this facet, this clear window, new light, new questions and ideas take shape and form. This process is our reason for being …

Ken is a longtime TLB Project friend and Contributing Author who understands the dire need to Eradicate Programmed Ignorance in todays society … a task he seriously takes to heart! More information about Ken LaRive.


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