END TIMES : ONE

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