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I used to say come to London.' Yet not now.' The violence
Is spiralling.' There is less value wow.' Not of tawdry glam
And glitz and such.' Yet of life.. and futures they don't seem
Worth that much.' I know Blues familiy.' No nonsense folk
Now living a nightmare.' Delivered by the social enrichment
Joke.' In 'sad-diks london...Or londinistan.? Its violence in
The morning.' Afternoon, evenings.' Who's the next target?
There must be a plan.? As it seems systemic yet some dystopian
Action
Slam.' Against the values that have endured.' Through times
Hourglass sands.' As Christianity has been mocked indeed
Reviled.' So has lawlesness exploded.' Perceptions run wild.'
Rampant violence.' Has entered Englands womb.. And things arn't quiet..Nor will they be anytime soon.' Will there
Be justice by the authouritys.? The people require redress.'
Just look back three decades..It was never like this mess.!!!
If you live in Britain.' I advise raise your voice.' Or perhaps a
Finger or two .? Email inspector Christina Jessah.' Let the reckoning start with you.'
'the horror, the....horror'
moaned colon-el kurtz
as he lay dying
...............................
'rump....it's t-rump'
cheered the crowds at his
anger...stupidity....and lies
just some level of conscious cognition
fostered by a rich spoiled bankruptcy star
to attract others of some 'deserving ilk'
so-called adults
educated and blind-dumb
with respect logic of reality
a rampant killer virus
the great rump farts
'it will only take a few'
he metaphored...'ah….it's my ego
it needs de...me-dication....
some food....martyrs in the crowd'
then t-rump roared
'the party has turned against me....
by i shall destroy it first'
then he wailed
'demonstrators are the problem....
martial law is now in effect'
'the chaos...unbelievable...the….chaos'
moaned those watching tv in bed
'where are the grown-ups'
locked away no doubt
in old age homes
their wisdoms dying
stan sand
Ahhh! Your here for my soul
But you should know. I ain't going
Can't seem to understand
Don't care, Maybe your horns are to tight
Everyone else's don't look like that
Funny, Kinda, Have you not noticed
Good, No! No! they're good
Ha! Hugh! No I was coughing
I mean it they look good
Just a little lopsided
Krazy how they're crooked
Leans to the left, On the right side
Man! I meant the other side
No! Not that side
Oh! My GOD are you stupid?
People are scared of you really?
Questions are running rampant
Really, They are
Seriously!
Truthfully!
Unforgivable!
Vanity!
Wow! No wonder why your there
Xavier. Is he still there?
You know who I mean
Zoo! Yep that's what this reminds me of
Are they horned and screaming?
No, nothing that munches other meat eaters
could rupture light years.
Are they ethereal deities
that live on their own ever flowing nectar,
so far advanced
that we haven’t a chance?
In Ohio we are infused;
the sky is filtered with swarms
of distant spacecraft.
Gnats and cicada part their waves
to accommodate yet more
saucy lights in the sky.
Are they not green?
No, we have seen no greenery in them.
They appear to be appearances;
one appearance is called a ‘sighting’
which may indicate that we are seeing things.
Seeing theories in the air,
seeing the hovering and the streaking,
the madcap maneuverings
everywhere.
Sometimes they are of the third kind;
abductions and probing's.
unreasonably unreliable as bedfellows.
Belief is rampant, disbelief dwindles daily.
Soon they may deliver us from ourselves.
The cliff edge of reality is crumbling.
Soon they will declare that being among us
was always us being among them.
Shall we come through,
shall we be genetically de-horned?
Will there be screaming
or succor, all flabber ghasted?
Will we suffer
the unexpected giggling
of a new self-searching,
the crack of bird brains hatching.
as we ascend into the nether regions
of the here and now?
Cowering in the shadow of fear,
you count every sorrow, tear by tear.
And surrender to life's ugly side,
unwittingly letting evil slide.
Bullets rip through the fabric of lies
while somewhere, somehow, somebody dies.
For drugs and guns, paint the hood in blood:
stains of youth, lying dead in the mud.
With the curtains drawn completely tight,
the streets are left to the ghosts of Night.
And doors get locked; deadbolts in place,
while pride vanishes: without a trace.
Needles and condoms litter the park,
where addicts and whores stake out the dark.
And children live under house arrest:
hidden from monsters, out to molest.
Shooting a gun's a juvenile thrill,
unafraid of the law; youngsters kill.
And death runs rampant in the City,
where life's cheap and devoid of pity.
Some folk lie peaceful in their graves.
That’s not the place for me.
For ‘though I’m dead, or so they say!
My spirit still flies free.
I had a tough life, here on earth,
That some would find a strain.
With bits of me that did not work,
And sometimes lots of pain.
Although in hospital I went,
A few score times or more.
They could not fix, what I ain’t got,
Just help when things were poor.
I loved my short stay here all right,
My friends, my family too.
I showed them all, the way for me,
Enjoyed my whole life through.
It really was a blessing,
To awake to each new day.
Our lives are meant for living,
Not to pass the time away.
With swimming, dancing, dating,
And ‘drinking’ that’s for sure.
They’ve even had to put me back.
In my wheelchair off the floor!
I was not a ‘normal’ person,
There is no such thing you see.
Everyone has special needs,
Whoever you may be.
While growing to my early youth,
With rampant teenage needs,
I think I gave my parents hell,
At times, or so it seems.
They loved me very dearly,
And helped me grow and thrive.
So when I left for college,
They knew I would ‘survive’.
I grew into a woman there,
Then prepared to go back home.
But fate it dealt a bitter blow,
I only wish I’d known.
When ‘choosing’ help, to put things right,
The surgery went wrong.
I will not bore you with the facts,
Would take me far too long.
Then after weeks of holding on,
By life’s ‘slender silky thread’.
Doctors told the ones I love,
I’m afraid your daughters dead.
“That’s not true!” I screamed at them,
As they stood, ‘Oh so near’.
But nothing I could say or do,
Could make the ‘living’ hear.
Their souls were torn and ripped apart,
They turned and left my room.
Parting brought a sadness,
That filled all their lives with gloom.
They knew I’d gained my freedom,
But would not accept a grave.
So they took me to the ‘burning place’
And put me in a pot.
‘Till we climbed the highest mountain,
Yes, my brothers, them and me!
Then scattered ash across the world,
And set my spirit free.
So when you feel a gentle breeze,
Or gales that rush around.
I’m with you there, in everything,
Not lying in the ground.
Lesley Ann Davies
(with a little help from her dad)
We all pay for dumbing down
educational standards all around
from thriving metropolis to sleepy small town
Incompetency reigns throughout customer service
Doctors' inaccurate diagnoses make patients nervous
Corporation mission statements, worthless lip service
It starts in the classroom, where teachers won't demand
if you want to say something, first raise your hand
Then later on, when rampant cheating's ignored
which leads to society's ox getting gored
So, let's stand up to teacher union's bureaucracy
Their idea of excellence - in truth, mediocrity
Insist on high standards, from grade one through university
and say No! to preference based on 'diversity'
Oceans started to rise
As polar caps melted
Meteors fell from the skies
The Earth’s surface was pelted
The days grew dark
Radiation was high
Cosmic sparks
Lit up the sky
Religious zealots started fighting
Earthquakes continued to rumble
Mayan cults were uniting
Governments started to tumble
Fear grew rampant
As death counts mounted
Cities were vacant
Safe havens were touted
People looking for answers
As chaos ensued
Religions needed enhancers
Scapegoats were pursued
Prognosticators saying,
“I told you so
The end not delaying
Pray for your soul”
Humanity extinguished
Except for a few
The prepared distinguished
Who knew what to do
A new world was born
In 2013
The old world forlorn
Never again to be seen
(This piece is dedicated to those innocent youths gunned down inside institutes of learning, by guns improperly regulated, and utilized by cold, heartless entities who committed these crimes without an iota of guilt or remorse. It is also a bold criticism to those lawmakers who are just as frigid and have done nothing about it and are more concerned about political contributions going to their coffers).
Clarity Of Purpose
Adolescents prodding elders for elucidations responded to evasively
Probing Machiavellian faces heralding scathing biases superciliously
Hindered and challenged fiercely resisting like the endangered tiger
Opposing mortal greed searching for answers revitalizing will power
Bullets impale youths with weapons running rampant on the streets
Second amendment used as shield whilst corpses bloodstain sheets
Talking heads blatantly blamed mental disorder as the sole offender
While the fragmented system of law abandons to uphold a defender
Mired in the abyss of ambiguity noble objectives negates doomsday
Induced by human instincts defying monsters lurking along the way
The mind ponders are they worth venerating if they conceal disgust
Clarity of purpose stained with wicked machination morph into dust
Written:
02-05-2018
Galveston Cruise Terminal
Texas, USA
The disciple Paul said to remain steadfast while waiting for the return of Christ
He said to hold yourself sober and upright and dwell in God's light
Today when I look at society I am somewhat dismayed
That we are in a spiritual battle each and every day
Fighting against principalities seen and unseen
Wrestling with immoral behaviour and ideologies down right mean
Divide and conquer is the Adversary's strategic battle plan
We need to stay on the battlefield side by side, hand in hand
We are at war fighting against rampant evilness
We need to stay steadfast knowing that we are blessed
For if we seek first the kingdom of God we will come to find
The righteousness, the grace and the mercy that Jesus left behind
And when we put on the breastplate of hope and love and the helmet of salvation
We are now prepared to engage the enemy and fight for the duration
We need to love each other, lift each other up, to be encouraging and respect all
For these are the weapons we will use to make the enemy fall
So stay on the battlefield fighting for truth and your spiritual life
And remember the battle is not just yours
it also belongs to our Saviour Jesus the Christ