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END TIMES : ONE 

[Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is how it will be at the end of the age…: Matt 13 : 31

I likewise will open my mouth in poems. I will utter dark secrets hidden in family closets as Mother Earth transitions into Cosmic Heart. Let all truths be told.]

Her crippled body
hobbled disjointed to
peck my cheek
like Judas it
silently declared
“This is the one”

I await the Pharisees
No doubt they came 
in full force
Jelly belly and all
Silver hoops, hands 
on hips, gnashing teeth
polka dot armoured 
proclaiming “Traumatizer !
Restriction Order ! Build a 
Wall ! ”   
proceeded to mop muck
Jelly tears stagnant 
slowly a washing machine 
bled its years as arthritic 
finger pointed melt-down 
muzzle, knobs like 
bullets compassion 
struggled to dissolve 

Like a Great One said :
“This is how it will be
at the end of the Age”

Fingering fabric fantasia
Could Cinderella art fart ?!
on she trampled declaring 
water over my heart 
an achievement tag
breathing in God’s 
tears lungs flowing 
fluid into His 
Sacred Space
narrowed noose

A remembered program 
of plot twists to claim
a dead man’s home
abandoned five years
before as Oedipalic
stench he could no 
longer endure
consciousness thread
hangovers from calipha 
times

Divinity cried for a lost
soul enmeshed with a 
son’s Jinns swollen
knees rejoicing in her
recovered servitude
his penile symbol
red in whisper wind
before my door swaying 
prison gates locking
pain fear fetish fails

Matrixed they proferred 
a newly painted lounge
for parrot a purgatory 
cage sweet
gaslighting hidden 
agendas 
crochet tablecloths hung 
to dry for proverbial 
storage spielers

Food bouquets dropped 
to erase guilt goblins 
rubbish bin swallowed 
drink bottles galore 
whilst Holy Quran 
received her own
entangled desires 

Just attachment to
property melting like 
mellon in African Sun
ants giggled, marching
the cracks, delicious 
monsters wept cracked 
crown chagrin 
slugs squirmed sucking 
neglected money trees
whispering slow tears for 
out of wedlock daughter
weeping unbound memory
blues for her father’s bosun
hands

Sad these end times
as peeling we must
leave no pebble unturned 
rooted our stance when
daggers are drawn 
exhumed remains 
of stories untold
dues dark debts unpaid 
writhings untangling 
belief knots loosened
as devices clam their 
hi hello

The Truths shine bright
legacies are Love 
not capital as my curtain
smiles colourful

End time dots on 
wavering timelines timid 
closures and gatings 
into spherical 
chambers
where peacefully
I wash dishes where
no-one has dinner



©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
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