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A spaceship called Hope... made from the future's grand mist,
is perched upon a launch pad of manic chemicals and loss.
With stun-gun emotion, Mother Earth regurgitates.
5-4-3-2-1
Her metal finger meets the button...
She releases her ballast...
Blast off!
My brain engulfing G forces.
Soon to become a mustard seed
in a speed-of-light garden.
Filled with gravid redheaded planets,
giving birth to fat-headed moons.
The stars are cheering, like starving mad islanders.
Light years have passed.
Ground control has lost contact.
(by choice or by accident).
The rations are depleting,
but I'm serene in a starry tranquility...
I've blown by a million past lives.
Apologized half-heartedly to an alien God.
Who wished me well, pointed toward a giant black hole.
Then disappeared into the vapor trail
of lost potential and cachexic hope.
It's eerily over.
There's no more virgin oxygen.
Only the stale argon of saints and tyrants,
casting shadows of black hallucinations
chanting:
"Little seed...little seed...Didn't you know this was a one-way flight?"
I gaze out a stained-glass window for the last time.
Church bells are ringing from the parched throat of time.
Four golden letters peel from the side of the star-dusted ship.
Satiating the madness of stars...
"Little seed...little seed."
Didn’t take a notice where in the news today
His real name appeared as if out of the blue
I’m Punishment, he said, unknowingly they pray
But that’s the funny side of job I used to do
I send them troubles to enjoy the pain I bring
They have inherited their guilt since the day one
And if you ask what is the point there’s no such thing
It’s chaos that I organize for little fun
I’m not the very special one, I do the same
That all the tyrants would, only my scale
Lack any limits so you have to play the game
According to the rules my scholars like to change
You better join the club of supplicants I run
The most obedient are pleased with what they get
I know you didn’t approve the things I’ve done
Still it’s never too late to place a tiny bet.
Too Near To Death
I have lived too near to death
to give it sway, walked hand in hand,
weighed it in the balance of the days
hidden in the darkness of its lies.
For death is neither quick, nor well
prepared, unsure why he was summoned
way too soon to tend the dying of one
bent on life. So it was we walked our
lonely path brought together by the
whim of chance, entwined in tryst
of tyrants killing will, bound in a
union cursed from the start, a dance for
which he never had the heart, as
death prefers the sudden form of
self and rues the days he wandered
at my side. I have touched the hem of
death’s long, putrid robes, tempted
him in times of failing trust, toyed
with the freedom of release, begged
for the silence of his peace, and yet
refused to use his hands to comfort
me, withdrew my pleas, for I had sworn
an oath to never give the bastards call
to gloat - so stood and honed my anger
into truth - so stood and waged my
battle with life’s brute. Death wept at
our parting, freeing me from debts
life had incurred. Death wept on
hearing of the horrors I’d endured.
I have been close to death and found
that he is in no rush - for time is his
lone ally. For all of us must die
and even Death himself takes issue
when he must come too soon.
10/23/2014
Submitted to Near Death or Near Life Experience – Poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
If in the basket of deplorables must I be,
To quote a term most used by sweetest Hilary,
Then let me state this best I can,
I'm voting for our country, not the man.
A country where race and gender aren't the bait,
But where everyone is open to debate,
United by a sense of common pride
Holding back divisions’ surging tide.
Where knowledge of our strength is used for good,
And our intent for peace is not misunderstood;
Making clear to tyrants our firm resolve,
So that by dialogue not war may they
squabbles solve.
A nation where our people are first in line
And not succumb to disadvantages or imported crime,
From open borders with illegals pouring through,
With misguided politicians caring more for them than you.
Where doctrine is replaced by common sense,
From the fringes seeking dominance hell-bent.
Boys competing fully in girls sport,
No reasoned thought for when children to abort.
Politicians’ vanity projects not worth
Squandering our money with intent and
unrequited mirth;
While millions live in poverty and need,
Ignored by legislators craving fame and intellectual greed.
I want our leaders to respect our flag,
And not applaud when to the ground protestors stomp and drag;
And for why, but to score a series of cheap shots,
Empowering radicals to ferment those never ending plots.
So yes, my vote goes to just my country,
And if a name must I choose, I say this humbly,
My selection won't be for one that's woke,
Or that will seek to send our country broke.
Politicians convince themselves they're special,
They are in fact a wallowing empty vessel,
Using their guile and mimic to impress,
When truth be told, they almost invariably depress.
Hay sisters, we need the
Right to Vote! – We need
a real voice, protection from
dominating, independent
men – self serving tyrants.
Our strength are our greater
numbers girlfriends. Through
the voting process, tear-down
their entire system of abusive
male domination. Elect our
far more liberal candidates!
And so, the US has:
Liberal judges who refuse to
incarcerate, turn violent criminals
back out on the streets, time and
time again to cause more death and
destruction. Elect liberal governors
to office, so we have abortion up to
the day of birth – why not one more?
The day after. Put Marxist, liberal
politicians in office, Freedom hating
Communists – Sure! That’s a great
idea. Our children will bless us from
their future concentration camps. Yep,
Women’s suffrage! Now suffer us all!
People are obedient to the power they serve
the source of all conflict and war works for the devil
No one in governmental positions ever calls for peace
they put sanctions on nations to fill their own ill bred pockets
we all can see clearly that greed plays its hand through bloodshed
Those old men sacrificing the young to do their dirty work
cowardly office boys sitting on their laurels hiding behind a desk
the mask has slipped revealing back stabbers
hiding behind a smoke screen the true origin sits
Pay the piper to play a different tune one with hope for the future
this destructive path the world is on is driven by fear
believing in something without evidence to back it up as existing
Slowly many will awaken to find it all is to late
when a majority can no longer be achieved without conflict
sad state of affairs as many have avoided learning
from the past mistakes tyrants and dictators work against God
Eyes open on the floor
Woken cold and sore
Skin clinging to the carpet
When will I be his target
Spring day, sun rising
Ready for something exciting
My 9th birthday is here
Surely they will take me somewhere
Body still in discomfort
Surely one day without hurt
As my body stirs bruises shine
I let out a whimpering whine
Preparing for morning ablutions
Unknowingly wakes other humans
No one shouts no one talk
Locked door may as well be a block
Hours pass, only company a dirty bucket
And a child with a shadow puppet
Aiken e once again is my friend
Always something to comprehend
Muffled voices appear
Feminine, careful not to mishear
Silence! A click of the door
My body frozen to the core
My older sister appears
Flanked by tyrants
A quiet happy birthday spoken
My face screams heart broken
A bottle of water and a loaf of bread
Tears fall down my head
No one to save me
No one to run and flee
A chuckle from those supposed to care
Was reared to be the spare
I wish the floor could of swallowed me whole
Click! The door locked closed
I was just a boy, not a monster
A small child not a monster
Young and vulnerable
Forced to be miserable
Naughty child, not evil
Made to be feeble
Lost and lonely
I just became stony
Hours of loneliness followed
While I cried and wallowed
Missed by nobody
Just a detainee
A gentle knock startled me
Click! Hushed voice I didn’t foresee
My mother with a treat
A pot noodle to eat
A slice of cake, no fan fare
I still offered to share
The door closed quietly
Always forced into compliancy
12/13/20
"Why Is It?"
Times of crisis
The cause of our own destruction, and being lifeless
Is more complex than science
Sometimes it involves an appliance
Sometimes it's considered sacrifices
Often from violence
Or our own devices
Quickly will pay the price quick
And might just die if
You never try to fight it
An ongoing virus
Having an impact on the sinus
With me, don't try to get righteous
Or pious
I'm not one sided
Or biased
I remain silent
Holding a trident
On an island
Among redwood giants
No matter the climate
I spied it
And saw with my eye this
There's too many tyrants
Folks kept calling them "your highness"
Such B.S., never once did I buy it
Always remained quiet
Became friends with pirates
Such knowledge and experience is priceless
Turning on the light switch
Not so blinded or simple minded
Gaining mileage
Shining like a diamond
And still enlightened
Paying no mind or trying to fight the system
We've no proof, of if extra-terrestrial life visits
Why is it?
It's nice and vivid
The world can be quite wicked
At times I find it twisted
You don't have to agree, just don't be blind to it
Why kid?
Don't try to fib
Living a lie, why live it?
Often saw the back of my eyelids
Getting so high, I'm lifted
Mixing alcohol with it, if it already didn't
It's about to hit quick
Was or wasn't predicted
The same can be said for it being scripted
Spirits risen
Despite so much division
A lot of content is encrypted
Continuing the expedition
With ambition
As was written
The truth not fiction
Taking out all competition
Remaining driven
Nearby mechanisms
And organisms
Made my decision
Many schisms
Everyone has opinions
Did or didn't involve criticism
In and out of hell's kitchen
Often I've been conflicted
I don't just sip it
I dive in it
Wasn't always able to fit in
Either I did, or I didn't
I'm different
I listen
Keep my hand hidden
Using wisdom
And vision
To take care of business
From the start to the finish
Yet I'm far too dependent on substances and liquids
It's really sad, I know isn't it (it is)
Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?
We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal,
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!
Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility.
We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!
Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!
We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!
Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word!
We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!
The archangel turned imposter,
sought a rival reign to foster.
Through a scheme steeped in deception,
he received a good reception.
With his hosts of loyal subjects,
his newfound muscle he did flex.
The rebel force was put to rout,
and God from heaven kicked them out.
Banished to earth, seething with wrath,
dead set on his destructive path.
The Devil vowed to ruin man,
and thus, wreak havoc with God’s plan.
He hatched a plan steeped in deceit,
through which he secured man’s defeat.
Since Earth came under his control,
the Devil has been on a roll.
He sowed in man a rebel heart,
so, man an evil course could chart.
The rebel heart caused Cain to sin,
by killing poor Abel, his kin.
Eve hoped for unrestricted choice,
after disobeying God’s voice.
But she became a slave to sin,
and caused the mess mankind is in.
Soon humans became so wicked,
and oh, what crimes they committed.
Man caused the heart of God to grieve,
as to the evil he did cleave.
Rebellion defines Satan’s rule,
Anarchy is his trusty tool.
He stirs up the shootings in schools,
in his domain, violence is cool.
Disrespect for authority
thrives in Satan’s polity.
Might is right, do as you please,
cheat if you must, to live at ease.
The Devil’s domain has no rules,
Man is master, rules are for mules.
All acts are right, there is no wrong
Suppress the weak, exalt the strong.
A vast jungle, an animal farm,
To survive man can do no harm.
This is a glimpse of Satan’s domain,
And how he in his kingdom reigns.
The chaos that in cities reigns,
And violent acts that seem insane.
Men without chests, greedy for gain,
Who inflict on society pain.
Tyrants who rule with iron fists,
Are just the type Satan enlists,
They execute his evil scheme,
To crush those who of freedom dream.
The Devil is not mankind’s friend,
He does not human rights defend.
But one day soon his reign will end,
When Jesus from heaven descends.