There has always been
Those, who idealize the past,
And those, who vilify the past,
And from this, the both
Will twist and turn, and burn
Through our history
And its pages
To prove itself
And then dismiss
The others to,
Wrack and ruin, as
Our human world
Continues burning, through
Apocalypse and shudder,
And our lot turns to be
Demons, that will little see
The demons, that they themselves
Made themselves out to be.
Moral artifice,
steam is blurring the castle.
Rain soaked fairy tales.
Protection
Black key
Brimstone and fire consume the house
I see fire raging as the flames go by
A black ring on the mantle
One manzoor told me once
I write your sins in the good and bad book
I wondered what he meant
Have I been sitting in that pit since then
After he whistled me in with his flute
He locks the bathroom with a black key
To steal nails, hair and gore
To use against me
When he opens the dark door.
What do you see when you gaze deep down hell
Me holding some gold you would like to own
Pay me first then take it if you please
But do take care,
If you take it and don’t pay
for the interest is blood,
And the path back up is a river of mud.
The knight is a shell, his spirit is gone,
But the curse of the gold will carry on
Burning hands
We all worked together
Got paid for it
But I collected the cash
But forgot to give it to them
Then I picked up the cash a day later
My hands were as if burning
I remembered I need to pass on to my dear friends
Oh, my burning hands
Matty Milksop thought about joining the military
Don’t make us mirthful said his cousin, Jerry.
You would be terrified of basic training
on everyone’s ideas he was always raining
Matty enlisted in spite of Jerry’s negativity
He’s currently an admirable in the US Navy
Moral of this story is plain, said my pal Wade
Don’t let a naysayer rain on your parade
It was likely lichen's provided the fuel
Evolutionarily leading to mortal and mule
They worked with the fungus that brung us to fore
Elevating our thought to what we thought was more
Than what had preceded, receded and left
We then reseeding, believing the best
It was what our creation and station now made
Us to invent cultivation and blade
Use in one allows us to grow strong and tall
The other decides what will stand, or will fall
It's best in the harvest when feeding us all
The test is the anger that comes with the Fall
The bombs rain down Iran do pound
Because of renowned nuclear mound
We know no warheads will be found
Israel America forever together bound
Self crowned as another nation downed
Who are the terrorists it does confound
Veracity & truths are ruthlessly drowned
Audacity pretending the reason is sound
Mendacity as we see treason all around
Pugnacity and military rapacity abound
Hound everyone who's been browned
Might is always right so tightly wound
Astound taking moral higher ground
The bell tolls in an empty house where the demon lives
Its empty but holds payment hidden in crevices
Its coins, jewellery and item of value the previous tenant left
Don’t find and think I’ve found gold to sell
It’s there for a reason; payment
Don’t steal it as you will suffer disaster
Misfortune on misfortune
The one with the greedy eye will sell
And face the consequences
The psychic one will won’t touch it
leave it there and move out
A Moral Tale
It was about a conversation I had
late at night when diabetic pain did its best
to keep me awake and the broken femur
stopped me from moving
Who the hell do you think you are
wallowing in pain, enjoying your distress
Get up, switch on your computer, and see
A distressing picture of those unfortunate
sleeping on the pavement
Don't put up your nose worrying about
the state of their underwear, you have
a woman coming every day to bathe you
and comb your hair
And more, you can, on your Walker, go to
kitchen and make a sarnie with sardines
in tomato sauce
I slapped my operated-on leg, the pain
It was immense, so there take that.
I have the most unlike heroes, like the rich guy
Elon Musk, yes, him, with fifteen children
Alone, he struggles to repopulate the world
all he gets is smirky smiles
With my courage restored, I made coffee
switched on YouTube, about Venezuela
where people were running out of
sardines in tomato sauce and proper coffee
The world is in ruins
Look at the tech
What's still at stake with revolution?
We already living in a postmodern irrational society
Look at content creation
Social media sickness
Modern day decency is paradoxical
What's right doesn't necessarily need to be logic
Heritage is no more ordinary
Cultures die
Neocolonialism is a parasite
Look at the steak of the third world
Civilization a killer radical
Brought us urbanization now its global warming time
There's no more trust in authority
Governments are derogatory
And the world citizens are sick
Surviving_Pawn
Must we honor the promises we make in dreams?
The same moral aspects would pertain, it seems,
and fate would (if the rules of justice still apply),
a dream's blissful amorous rendezvous, deny.
Must I live my waking life bound by dream pledges?
It's too much to trim Scarlett Johannson's hedges.
I was looking at a dying man who was asking me for a stone I had in my pocket. He wanted it to survive, but he was a sinner—because a book said he made fun of people and abused them. I watched him grow pale and wondered: should I help him because of his situation, or let him die because of his deeds? Then I thought, why should I care? And I continued walking along the footpath.
(“Halves of a Whole”, 2019, original encaustic)
The Real Left/Right Divide
I consider myself a “classical liberal”
Which means I’m a freedom loving
‘Live and let live’ kind of guy.
And that puts me firmly on the Right.
It also marks me as a “conservative”
In today’s political world
Because live and let live doesn’t mean
Change for the sake of change to better the world.
But then I compare myself to someone like Mike Pence,
A known conservative, yet unlike me,
One of the Left, like progressive illiberals,
Because he is clearly a Big Government kind of guy.
It’s a confusing paradox
That in the real world today
You can have liberals and conservatives
On both the Right and Left!
What this shows is simply
The political spectrum of big and little government
Is not the same as the moral compass
Of traditional and progressive values.
What divides the Left and Right
What is embodied by big and little government
Is the difference between
Compulsion and freedom, tyranny and liberty.
(8/6/25)
Vindication’s Dawn
My soul does not crave the blade of vengeance,
Its fleeting sting, a hollow roar.
No, I seek the fire of vindication,
A truth that shakes the heavens’ core.
The universe, vast and woven tight,
Holds every tear, each whispered plea.
Its threads are bound by moral might,
A tapestry the Almighty sees.
No wrath of mine could right the wrong,
No mortal hand could mend the fray.
But God’s own justice, fierce and strong,
Will burn the shadows clean away.
I stand, unbowed, with heart ablaze,
Trusting the stars to sing His plan.
The righteous Judge, through endless days,
Will lift the truth where lies once ran.
Vindication comes, not soft, but bold,
A thunderclap to split the night.
The universe, in sacred mold,
Bends ever toward the eternal right.
With faith as steel, I wait, I trust,
The Almighty’s will shall not be swayed.
His moral fire consumes the dust,
And dawns the day truth’s debt is paid.
Lev
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