Clenching tightly, so moments don't fade away,
As bygone days once promised to stay.
Rejoicing in every instant to its utmost,
The spectacle may ultimately end in dismay.
Mist might mask vision, obscuring the sight;
The breeze might flow over, revealing delight.
Carrying echoes all the way to eternity,
Shade takes over, preceding the light.
Birds gather in spring as berries appear;
The optimistic tree devours days of cheer.
It might be the last spring; end days are near;
Perhaps leaves will cast off another year.
Fragile they are, fleeting days of laughter,
Draining into oblivion impossibly faster.
Meticulous attempt to lock happiness forever,
It slipped from my hold as I clenched tighter.
Who dares rouse Leviathan,
the Giant beneath the heaving deeps?
This world now teams with Ahabs
whose heaping anger never sleeps.
Each one wants to hook its jaw
and each to press its tongue;
to try its rich and fragrant oil
and see it bound and beached and dumb.
Poor soul captains on fragile ships
vainly sharpening the barbless spear.
The Whale scoffs beneath the waves,
rising to teach all wisdom through fear.
Soon the Brute will breach and blow
and send each Pequod down below.
In the final week they still swept their floors.
A gate was mended on the third last day -
the people in the village so stuck in their way,
that some, in leaving, even locked their doors
as if to keep back the dam tide -
frail wooden levees that will not hold.
They die hard: the habits of old,
and cannot be casually cast aside.
There is a nephilim here, in the leafy dark,
staking his plants and pulling out weeds,
though the distant coffer dam is broken.
As in the days of Noah and his ark,
the gardener labours in vain for vain needs,
ignoring the government prophecy spoken.
Black-ice sheers,
it cuts deep into paved-ways and lots.
Night snorts a frigid fog,
the caked and idling cars
only sludge a gripping freeze.
This glacial dark fangs wrists and hearts.
Grit nips at tender cheeks and tongues.
The lights of bistros cannot withstand
their desolate backyards.
A scree of black curb can be crossed,
only if the heavily shod
mash and smash through.
Are we in the end days or
in an age of small uncertain fears
that cannot now truly thaw?
We slip along
uncover small pockets of glee
in these long frozen hours
where exhausted minds sleep
and walk.
Death is upended,
lungs mask against a stabbing air,
small ice sculptures appear
in snowy humps and heaps
as if this time will always be congealed,
nailed like this to scraps of eternity.
Later, these days,
with all there residue of lost souls
will be swept way
from the crusted edge
of mall steps and clogged paths.
Then it will be a different time,
a forgotten time, one only recalled
as a mist behind wintry eyes
as we, all unmuffled now,
glance backwards into yet another
uncertain future.
What is lockable is the rapacious,
the blood scratched door,
an already gaping mail box.
What can be opened is the plunder,
the clasp that cracks.
We need keys
for the iron hasp of blood,
a skeleton to pick open
the red mouths of jugular jaws,
to break apart the deadbolts,
the chain-linked sorrows
of dead-end days.
It is a plasmid wraith of thickened odors,
its organs, the sticky slops
of dead-end days.
It hungers for discarded dregs,
the dispensed with and disposed of
are its haunt,
scraps of yesterday trail behind it
as grey tentacles no longer able
to feel.
Soon the trashmen will
ambush the bins,
heave them into a reeking wagon,
yet it will return tomorrow
smelling worse,
for nothing absolves us
from its un-recyclable curse.
The Great Pumpkin Emerges For Dark Dreamscapes
The great pumpkin emerges
From the pumpkin patch
Sees her devoted fan
The little boy Linus
And his dog Snoopy.
Who is the only one
Who believes in him
As dogs often follow
Their owners everywhere
The most devoted fans of all.
The great pumpkin is a beautiful woman
She is the cousin of Satan
And emerges on Halloween night
To cause terror among the world
Inspiring madness
Among her demented followers.
She smiles at Linus
Says she will reward him
For his loyalty,
Linus is transformed
Into a tall handsome young man.
A “criminal: lawyer
Representing Satan’s business interests
The Great Pumpkin becomes his lover
As Linus conquers the world
Ushering in the end days.
With the Great Pumpkin by his side
And snoopy
Now a big German Sheppard
always following behind.
Full of wonder and imagination;
beyond beautiful, Earth's a paradise.
But humanity's role is in question,
for we do untold things that make no sense.
Food's plentiful; yet folks face starvation
if they are born in a third-world nation.
As the glaciers melt, and the forests burn;
Climate Change keeps fueling disasters.
And yet, Global Warming's labeled a hoax,
politicians proclaiming it's fiction.
The economy's set for a downturn:
Global Warming is a major concern.
Unless we all agree to mend our ways,
Gaia will force Climate Change upon us.
As seas rise, floods and famine will follow,
while pandemics won't lag too far behind.
And blaming migrants will launch the next phase
in hastening humanity's end days.
A distant relative of mine passed away yesterday. Although it was not my duty still I feel had I kept her with me and served her in her end days, she would have been happy. I feel guilty.
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All those around you,
Neighborhood people, friends
Your near and dear ones
Treat them with respect
Talk nicely, be polite, never fight
Accept all as they are, adjust
Even if others are bad to you, be good
Do your duty to the best of ability
Never do tit for tat
Try not to sin
Be helpful
If you follow the above
You will have a clear conscience, peaceful, calm mind
You will feel good about yourself
Death can come to anybody, any moment
If that happens to someone known to you
You will have no guilt in mind
You will feel I was good
I did my duties to the best of my abilities
You will live a life of no regrets
Otherwise regret is lifelong...
Before death all good can be done
AFTER DEATH NOTHING CAN BE DONE!!
we must walk the path of honesty in these dark dangerous times
In these dark dangerous days
we must walk on the path
of honesty and truth
if we don’t
we won’t have a remote chance
of living through these end days
based on pensvity 101 prompt using the words path, honesty and remote © 2 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller
Terminal - the word spoken
An uneasy silence competes
This diagnosis of death such
Leaves but twelve months to grieve
The outcome of my days here left
Now I know my fate, my torture
My life but spent almost the end
Never this I ever did ponder
Death is how I’ll now be known
As I slide towards my grave
Talk and whispers follow
As to the very end I slave
Though my burden worn by many
Strength and courage I display
Acceptance of my own must learn
How my fragile mind still prays
Each day must count one less to be
Memories made among confusion
Each celebration marred by I
Such is my imminent conclusion
The wait - time passes so slowly
Anticipate the end days far too fast
Compelled decisions demand creation
As each of my functions are cast
Death not to linger still alive
Last resting place to decide
Final plans for final days to come
Long may I keep my pride
No longer twelve months terminal
Ever weaker no independence see
Already life hath extinguished
Shallow breath all that will be
In the distance aware human voices
Of tears of touches goodbye
Beckoning a bright light shines above
As my last breath leaves and dies
One’s Life Journey ???
One’s Life Journey comes on waves of reflection,
as one’s adventures come to their end days.
Days, that were but a stage upon which one plays
out experiences, sometimes they eluded detection.
Experiences remembered, sometimes shattered
into a million pieces, splinters of a broken mirror
reflecting moments upon those shards, scattered
throughout ones universe, a movie of horror,
of delight, of pleasures, of spiritual treasures,
of a life lived without a plan, a nowhere man
who has walked this plane, leaving behind pain
for some, for others, did not know what was to come.
All was left behind, an act that was so unkind
to many, a daunting revelation for this old mind.
Life's Journey comes on waves of reflection,
experiences, sometimes they eluded detection
as one hides among the darkest of shadows
where only the truths of, he seldom knows.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 23rd, 2019
Reflections
As one’s shadow comes face to face with end days,
reflections, upon the walls of one’s memories hoard
dance across the surfaces of shards of shattered mirrors,
singing with a voice from within those splinters, projecting.
Images of past lives, yesterday, today, tomorrow,
at the speed of light, across space time continuum,
telling stories of what was, what might have been.
Reflections ???, projections ???, definitions ???
B. J. “A” 2
December 2nd, 2018
In her eyes declare early mornings surprise -ship sets sail at sunrise -cargo's lost of soul- No tide insight-deserted nights I walk- As shadow plight carry's low end days never-land - Should have known- this event soon would come- all roads dread gridlock- In her eyes-shipped off I'm sent away- In her eyes I fly by sorrow's candle in the dark-
- Mark Miller 03/06/2018
I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride
Death, pestilence, plague and war
They were ready to ride into the sunset
Spreading their hate with them
As they led the world to its foretold doom
The end days were approaching they told me
And their time was near
I begged them to hold off
To give us more time
To work things out
They laughed and said
Time waits for no one
We have a divine plan to work out
You have been warned before
And will be warned again and again
But soon it will be time
And we must do our duty
To bring an end to this benighted world
And fulfill our destiny
And yours
But for now
We will let you sleep
And let you prepare yourself
For the time is near
The end of the world is coming
It is later than you think
Soon soon the antichrist will come
Uniting the world
And leading the battles too come
Before the end of the world
And mankind ceases to exist
Just dust in the wind
Of a dead planet
In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe
All part of God’s plan
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