My God, it’s filled of stars.
That twinkle and shine with each luminescent bulb affixed to their body
With their blue and white moon-glazed skin that contracts the inky nothingness that follows
It’s filled with little people,
Or whatever they are, specks, molecules, aliens,
feelings.
Floating on their own journey though this world. Aggravated at earth
for her inhabitants attacking a helpless woman, and
Leaving her to the wolves of the universe.
Its filled with celestial connect-the-dots,
Where they wait, impatiently, for dreamers to trace their meaning
And make sense of dots on a page.
Its filled with us
In our little designated corner of the room
And our laughter that radiates across the atmosphere.
Being heard from many rooms and up stairs and out the front door
of her home.
The group you are in did not win
Now your mind begins to unwind
Fear grows for "They" are different
Dangerous and a threat akin
To a fascist re-emergence
The things you hate about the winner
Are the things you fear lie within
So you project onto others
The motives you've repressed as sin
Feeling powerless and ashamed
You lash out hiding from inner pain
Seeking momentary solace
Attacking a man whom you disdain
Truth too difficult to accept
They are the haters, it's not us
Evidence abounds on the grounds
That hateful acts are all around
Fake Russian collusion hoaxes
Laptop lies, lawfare convictions
Two assassination attempts
Maxine Waters shouts in the streets
Nancy Pelosi rips up speech
The news knowingly speaks untruth
How many can now see the pattern
Can you not see where hate happens
There is a darkness,
loose in the land
twisting and turning
in vicious hands.
Violations of innocence,
truth concealed,
under shadows of vanity.
In time
revealed.
There is a darkness,
a challenge in every prayer
attacking a weakened vessel,
swiftly sent from open air.
As red and blue lights flashing
danger signals
bright
Troubled hearts admonishing,
their lives may not be right
We work to build the kingdom
of excellence on Earth,
waging war with darkness,
so the lost can have rebirth.
And in each heart a story
of hardship overcome,
their journey to the brightness,
God’s mercy to someone.
There’s glory in the promise,
that one lost sheep is found,
to harness greater darkness
with Godliness
profound.
As fishers of the soul
cast nets where catch is many.
There was a darkness in some lives.
Now,
there isn’t any.
2/10/2024
Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 14, 2008