They made a horror flick
He was weak or he was sick
They chose him as the star
He can run, but won't get far
They created a wall compartment
Inside his small apartment
They installed cameras there
Reality show, unwanted, but they didn't care.
(bridge)
He felt ill, he began to ail
No idea of the hand pushing down the scale
Romance and work dove down the drain
They laughed and gloated at his pain.
(Chorus)
It’s a horror flick, but the plot is real,
They aren't like us in the way they feel.
He’s the star they chose, but the plot is sick,
Living and dying in their horror flick.
He heard them speak, felt nerve gas in his room
His apartment was a secret tomb.
He knew too much, but the cops would not believe
And he could not save others, for them we grieve.
So, learn the lesson be an owl:
Around us ghouls are on the prowl
They pass as normal, but empathy lacks
And in normal life, there are hidden attacks.
It could happen to you too
Bewildered by all the bad things that accrue
A life derailed, no suspicion why
When the only exit seems the choice to die.
Our proximity came with my age
And I only saw your later chapters,
though I saw myself in you.
Not unlike myself with ambition,
Homely peers and shouting,
The weight you did accrue.
Your aims changed a while ago,
And I added them to my own,
I saw your smile tighten,
But I let my feelings stew.
Fancy chains of gold, white veiled capture,
And, yes, I hate your captor,
Sceptical of this new chapter,
and the baby cradle too.
As of now your hands have turned to hitting,
Smiles inclined to swearing,
Your son is only one now,
And our similarities are already true?
As I try to slumber now the stature cracks,
The bringer of tears strikes again,
And I struggle to identify who.
I’ve looked up for the longest time,
And I gaze into you now that I’ve grew.
The truth I’ve come to grips with now,
I don’t want to be you.
As more than a few
flew to Peru
to peruse the view
who knew
or had a clue
what a man's to do
in the cerulean blue
but stand in the queue
to use the loo
and if you go too
or tootle on through
in lieu of a zoo
you're due to accrue
sights of a llama or two
in Machu Picchu
Ravine, art thou real?
You certainly look deep.
Thunder, o'er volcano peal!
Through the boneyard creep!
Hope, just take the night off.
O prisoner, take heed:
First you squat and then you cough.
Golden is such greed.
Emptiness, seep into me!
Flicker, fancy-free.
Time immortal, blessed be?
Sink him in the sea.
O Alliance Black Abyss:
Today I must die.
Yawning chasm, blow a kiss.
Shiver as you sigh.
Back in ancient Carthage?
O state religion, new?
Serenity, O my sage?
O agony, accrue.
Gulf within me, fissure wild.
Robot: reconciled?
Mother, father, clasp thy child.
Floor, monolith, tiled.
Dreams of our tomorrows?
I cannot miss the point.
Endless are such sorrows!
O bitter art, anoint!
Giving up? Why, yes, sir.
I do not have a clue.
Reality, whir a-blur!
Doubt and derring-do...
boons of silence return to form
felt within as a benign storm
all that soul’s presence needs to do
is to imbibe divine touch warm
we feel within, bliss beats renew
each hue new like fresh mountain dew
quiescent heart is receptive
allowing blessings to accrue
Exactly who is strongest?
As above, so below.
Which, pray tell, did the gods best?
Spring, sprig mistletoe...
'Under heaven' read the sign.
Only one could tell!
Fancifully or by design?
Witches, cast thy spell!
Roundabout the ruddy run?
Has twilight begun?
Forlorn yet still having fun?
Midnight before one!
Warlord of the ages?
O conquerors, take heed:
Serene, are ye, sages?
Draw bead, O my greed!
Plead? To who? Doth ye bleed blue?
Hope, need ye accrue?
O for hearts a-torn in two!
Mistakes, need we rue?
Crew of skeletons at work?
How then best to shirk?
Daring devils, draw thy dirk!
Who's the master, jerk?
Psychology, operate!
Target, O my hate!
Grown up, ghast, upon the great?
Limestone, set thy date!
Fate, thy fortune. Soaked like wood.
Down the sea-cliff fall.
Concepts like the idea 'good'!
Brood of big and small!
Should? O for us, to the last!
Hanged from every mast!
Alabaster, set in plast!
Machine, get first fast...
if life is a lucid dream
a matrix in which we’re caged
in destiny as it flows
perhaps everything is staged
concepts of heaven and hell
seem tools designed to control
to bring semblance of order
among us here on parole
it is naive to assume
fairy tales we heard as true
so let’s negate all knowing
that light of truth may accrue
contemplating thus we pause
looking at the world afresh
noticing vast empty space
as the field that does enmesh
withdrawing senses and mind
as awareness self-aware
transcending both space and time
we lay our consciousness bare
poised in peace in the bardo
we see we are living light
self-existent and complete
drenched in mists of bliss delight
in this ethereal realm
our Father reveals His face
golden globe oozing with love
holding us in close embrace
such is the truth we affirm
God dwells within our heart’s core
He is who we’re searching for
walk in right now through love’s door
yes, heaven exists right here
but it is not what we think
first recognise who we are
betwixt heartbeats when we blink
At Nahal Oz, Hamas hurled a substance weird
It burst into flames, released a gas to be feared
Jews suffocated in minutes, but we don’t know
Who made it, what it was, nothing to show.
At a theater in Moscow, rebels came in
Took the audience hostage, in the cause of Chechin
Russian police made an invisible gas flow
Terrorists were led away, what gas used we don’t know
Tourists describe a chemical they call “devil’s breath”
Makes you a zombie, in some cases causes death
Some Columbians use it, so visitors beware
It may seem underhanded, but crime isn’t fair.
Madman in the commuter train, makes fake phone calls
To warn the commuters of drug aerosols
He says criminals can attack this way, and you wouldn’t know
That you’re a victim, of a gas drug flow.
He says he’s a victim, they got his keys
Then entered his house, easy as a breeze
Affected his behavior, damaged his brain
White coats lead this guy away, but is reality insane?
What you don't know can hurt you, and it gets worse
You can blame natural causes, when your luck hits a reverse
When your health goes bad, when troubles accrue
Now it's possible someone's doing it to you.
You’ve read about the Victory of Pyrrhus,
who said, “I beat them, but I’ll tell you flat:
(he hadn’t seen this motor-bike with mirrors)
we won’t survive another one like that!”
I asked the rider why he needs reflection
on such a scale. “You’d rather I rode blind?”
Approaching cars, he told me, need detection:
“I’ve got to know who’s coming up behind!”
Next question: “Disadvantages accrue?”
This one provoked, in him, a rueful smile.
“My gasoline’s expensive, this is true:
I burn a gallon, every single mile!”
Seven and one, open gates!
Zero, cancel wild!
He who suffers, first berates!
Listen, auld to child!
Errors of the prophets?
By necessity, none.
Perfect record, get the fits?
Oracle, scion, pun?
Ergo, O my time and space!
As above, below!
Meteor, dark fire, displace.
Broken, O my bow...
Dread, thy bed. Bend back, bring. Born.
Death, thy sacred sand.
Dagger, axe, hell, heaven, horn.
Doom within all, planned...
Falcon, fix sight fast on fate.
Coals of wrong to burn.
Sight of silver haze, my krait?
Venom, how you churn.
Furious the strait? Hate? Why?
Out and holding on?
River, bluegill, is a-sly!
Sea-bass, take the pawn!
Tallest mountain, reply? Well...
Think on that awhile.
Hope, accrue? Cast well thy spell:
Quill, seek. Gentle, guile.
Vine, grow o'er. Hinterland, seethe.
Break on cliff, vast wave.
He who bereaved last did breathe.
Others, foot in grave.
The Jewel of Jesus is a precious gem
It’s Him being a friend to all earthly men
Also women of course, and children too
All the faithful followers He doth accrue.
Jesus was proud to wear His crown of thorns
Placed on His head during the raging storms
When it was decided that He must be crucified
Because it was thought that His words were lies.
He came here His Father’s spirit to share
To tell of His love for folk everywhere
He suffered for it, accused of being fake
Hung on a cross He was, for all our sakes.
Jesus never died, in hearts He survived
His spirit lives on, on earth He’s alive
He’s there in one’s thoughts and prayers night and day
A light in the dark to show us the way.
The heart of Jesus is made of pure gold
That shines for us until we all grow old
He will never let His followers down
As long as He is the Jewel in His crown.
Saturn's rings mystify me indeed-
all seem bound with no purpose or need.
Spinning boulders and ice-
pictures of them add spice.
In the end, where will good answers lead?
But, last night I woke up from strange dreams;
found I landed by way of moonbeams!
To my greatest surprise
right in front of my eyes-
Large space monsters fast led to my screams!
The group traveled on magical skates
fixed beneath monster dumpsters with grates-
which then opened to spread
the trapped boulders instead
of them roaming around with bad fates.
They sprawled tons of old space-filled debris,
and I gathered from what I could see,
kept those rings plumped up well;
captured for a long spell
eased collisions in our Galaxy!
Now, I know that these facts aren't true
cause that's not how those circles accrue!
Magnetism makes rings
space debris to them clings!
So, this theme earned my fun poet's view!
I often wander from life's rules,
flounder thru issues days will spool.
At those times, you gentle my view.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
If I hide when morning arrives
renewed strength comes from your blue eyes.
Your presence stays my spirit's hue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I sometimes bruise when life turns tough,
void of humor and light mood fluff.
From your touch warm healings come through.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
Your heart tendered concern and care
gives our companionship sweet flare.
Just loving memories accrue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I pray to steer your life complete
as our love is a two way sweet.
Joy is life viewed as just we two.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
When your word isn't worth, the only air it traveled through,
You may quickly realize that fear and fraud don't accrue.
Then as any and all hope is halted, and faith does not exist,
The sight of all those broken promises, is there to persist.
At that point you're left upon an island, naked and alone.
With no one left to listen, no one to cast the first stone.
So now you're on your own, with your lies and disbelief,
As those you knew, now avoid you, and you're seen as a thief.
Can redemption even exist now, for all the lies that you've told?
Or has time passed right on by, while you've grown lonely and old?
These may be the final questions, to answer or even hate.
Finally seeing if you realize, you can no longer fabricate.
feeling the zing of bliss within nodes of form
wherein our body is the dance floor
as we delight in the performance underway
our childlike heart begs for an encore
as we wish, so it is
each breath that renews ushers a new bliss hue
vaporised presence becomes divine fizz
as benedictions of grace so accrue
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