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sun rays settle skies
prism shelters diversity -
kids breaking hard bricks

wind spreads gentle seeds
prayer evokes mute silence -
too many lost souls

rain drops whet dry soil
scope scoops whirlpools of dry tears -
god should know better

earth circles tailspins
faith plants pinpoints of respite -
nausea casts doubt


C Charity dangles from fig-leafs
R Resolve spreads edges of pain
A Amplifies distraction from sorrow
V Vies for praise and deceit
I Inglorious bedlam lurks
N Near a surface of tension
G Go forth and multiply


Fertility bewitches a planet out of control

        Populations carry the burden

                All they know is that bombs will descend upon them

Like the Amen in church promising relief

	Erasing conscience and justice

		Equality raised to ground level


You mock my disdain ‘what can you do about it my friend?’

Bedlam is for deadbeats fretting on impossible friendship

‘Don’t beat yourself up about it when others break in your place’


universe spreads flapping wings
flies to horizons -
icarus melts waxen doom

just one human race
written stone cold marble –
papyrus hell bound

ancient desire speaks
of kin and communities -
torn apart at source

infinite reasons
embrace passionate feeling -
melting pot of greed


F Ferocious gluttony aches
R Revelations are concealed?
E Ephemeral curse excuses?
E Ethos lies buried?
D Doomsday falls in-scripted
O Omissions are portrayed?
M Myriad decay prevails


Love a faraway memory’s disguise

        A triangle of sloth greed and envy

                Lust wrapped in wrath burst at its seams

Brothers in deadly arms

	Compassion shredded in apathy

		Kindness seduced by illusion


You laugh at my plight ‘just enjoy while it lasts’

The last laugh will not decapitate the jokester

A tragic comedy of terror is merely the way it is


And the saddened writer has not lost his appetite
	
        Hunger for words

The poet refuses to bow to simmering silence
	
        Hunger for meaning

Every morning he settles his insatiable mourning
	
        Hunger for soothing


And if the world ceases to exist tomorrow

I will still plant a tree and trustful disbelief

I cannot break the bricks for the children

But I will look at walls and tear at the mortar


Will chisel away at my core and share my concern

I am hungry so very hungry for Satan to budge

If the ink was to dry on my restless powerless nib

I reserve my hunger for what pangs and spasms entail

And if writing resolves motion sickness I drink from the well

We cannot eat words but I am hungry for more than delusion


22nd July 2019
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