Mike LeBlanc is a cult educator and former cult member who was born into—and grew up in—a cult. Mike left the group about 20 years ago. [read more poems...]

Mike LeBlanc

TANGLED WEB

What a tangled web we see,
when searching for the truth,
deception, rejection,
ejection.

And even in our own circle,
wheels within wheels,
plans within plans,
makes one wonder,
ponder,
flounder,
wander,
Ever onward,
ever yonder,
We look into the circle
of our enemies,
who are our friends,
and see ourselves
reflected.

Where have all the millions gone,
to some say Switzerland beyond,
others nay,
to Big Brother in the West.
Where does one hide
wealth,
in stealth,
in hidden bank accounts off-shore,
for your eyes only to adore,
For flock knows not,
And Dobermans,
With teeth bared,
and loud of bark,
Divert flocks eyes,
to evil Dog,
And other rabid animals.

Does a certain
fleet of foot
hold key of knowledge,
caught,
knowing, or not,
which way to turn,
loyalties, ties,
thoughts,
cries,
Protecting those,
close, yet alone,
struggling,
hurting,
churning.

Does Right bear out?
What is our faith,
our common bond,
Or is this sham,
or scam,
Or is this true,
and right,
and good,
That which we give
our WORD,
Our hearts,
Our souls.
Beware, those,
who tread lightly,
on this battleground
of spirit,
heart, and MIND.

Let's move on,
grow,
expand,
work for
GOOD,
change,
wage war on
that which we know,
holds dear one's
in bondage, chains,
fetters,
despite our letters,
unseen, unknown
confused by
those who,
in bondage of themselves,
for themselves,
hold sin, and pain.
like rain,
over the heads,
and hearts,
of family,
and friends,
Let freedom come,
to those with none,
to let them feel,
what we know,
now,
For REAL!

Heal the PAIN!

Break the bondage!

Free the minds!