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Thursday, March 28, 2024


 

war drone
striking imposition
quadrants of dispossession
air born storms
marking strategic position
burning what were homes
places life was born
what about storm filled dreams
billed as war's newest form
spitting up spilt blood
vultures in this newest norm
chewing broken bits and bones
crudely destroyed cultures
blowing their bluest horn
fragile life and brutal death
plastered with mortal crud
futile is what it seems
every disputable token speech
immutable speeches
full of lying words
about ownership and peace
at least there is ruthless truth
those honest cluster bombs
such a terrifying fate
festering malice doesn't stop
once caring lives extinguished
villages erupting in flare and flames
a consummation of daring hate
struggle with this infernal tone
those concerned still living
staring at hell and heaven
searching eternal universal sky
fraternal war drones
reciting battle poetry
prattle from up on high
somewhere far above
technology buzzing alone
those searching digital eyes
seeking shelters of stony improvement
inspecting corrupt mud
speaking about blood and bone
squads of dejected convicts
slogging bloodied trenches
quashing reconstituted prison dreams
those tattooed broken ones
pleading for token improvement
what psalms and prayers
can be sung or spoken
which words does god detect
monitoring battle zones
inspecting human movement
kamikaze nuances
zooming war drones
delivering doom via fluent war
flying with detective order
inflicting sordid death  
leaving such a marring stench
inspecting morbid dreams
as ordered men dig
trenches into shallow graves
somewhere far away
in some hallowed hamlet
old folk and widowed women
bent and coldly kneeling
reeling while they weep
prayers beseeching gods
but can gods be trusted
embattled by war drones
now gods are frustrated
chasing sheep and cattle
in war's mortal gambit
why not give life peace
dispel hatred that innocent victims dread
propaganda breaching right and good
towering hateful telling words
should lies excel with their fateful stead
so those sordid powers
bloodied with such horrid reach
muzzling peaceful truth
marshaling invading hordes
ruthlessly delivering
all their disguised lies
everything ignorant humanity has read
speaking needless war   
forced feeding with a formal guise
from castles and political towers
fanatical commanders and their harsh drone war
bitter battles guzzling blood and death
once upon every armoured time
combat in every tactical past
frittered war is waged
pointing spears and sharpened swords
now it's jointly bullets and bombs
supported by buzzing drones instead

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Wednesday, March 27, 2024

 

if only the world was
maybe life could be
I heard whale song
echoes from a cold deep sea
if only our hearts were
maybe love would stay
I sat down beside myself
remembering all
my rights and wrongs
singing songs
while eternity came
speaking poetry
if only love would
come to dance and play

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Tuesday, March 26, 2024


 

those synchronous firsts
then syncretic seconds
that don't quite
live up to those precious trysts
do evolving stars rate
revolving amongst themselves
an evolutionary order
of synchronicity
God's mighty finger
marring and marking
such a wretched universe
what a creative vendetta
displayed as light and life
like a bestial mural
from Dante's twisting mind
maybe quested firsts
are only wistful seconds
a tryst at second best
some blissful performance
manipulated through time
like a questful wormhole
weaving relentless sense
into incessant strands
and other constant paste
some caste of spiritual order
founded on what is true and good
fathoms of extruded existence
crossing rude time and denuded space
into ordeals of sacrifice
and existential delight
every thing in its sacred place
every thing that God deems
good and firstly right
those diminutive seconds
mirroring those glorious firsts
satisfying endearing soul
quenching searing thirst
where is reason
without rhyme

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Sunday, March 24, 2024

 

has gravity
noticed you
has some devil
tempted you
what about redemption
or is your life
full of contention
what about dreams
are they truly
what they seem
angels and sprites
stepping beyond
goblins and ghouls
these earthly rules
what things
have you chosen
have your memories
come to life
have they rearisen
that timeless weight
recruiting you
when they leave
leaving scars and marks
then re-enter you
remarkably fear
sometimes death
crawls out of nothing
sometimes doom
preys on loathing
no matter
what prayers
you can't help
but think
those wanting words
we tend to speak
shapeless gravity
brings us down
landing us
in quicksand
lucky us
if its demanding
hallowed ground
all those demons
those terrifying sounds
shriek and shout
making us
quiver and quake
standing in
our holy boots
perhaps the earth
will open up
suck us in
revel in
our sacred birth
what are those
dreams worth
has remorseful revelation
coarsely risen up
gained moral elevation
or has devilish life
dragged you down
into burning hell
that forceful place
where your demons dwell
welding pity on your face
where gravity abducted you
like some crying clown

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Wednesday, March 6, 2024


 

I saw death
down avenues
wand'ring streets
death dressed
all in black
in extremis wanders
pondering death
an omniscient view
bearing all that grim
a reaper's sharpened scythe
death commits to reaping
admittedly
breaking time
death comes
knocking both
me and you
one last breath
final heartbeat too
just speak peace
say your prayers
grim reaper
won't be mocking
death peels away
all the layers
beyond simple life
while we're both
silent and talking
I've witnessed death
creeping throughout
countless days and nights
I'm touched
some sinless reaper
doubtless hoping
how I've lived life
what has been good
steered me right
I'm listening
those songs and poetry
vibrations within
this verbal universe
articulating tried and true
reverberation throughout
yet we're sleeping
with the reaper
walking side by side
and grand death too
seeking truth
imagine harmonious love
breathing and reciting
speaking spirit into verse
all that death brings
deep down to earth
beyond sky high
heaven above
what grim reapers take
on this spiritual ride
songs and poems and lives
even glory spake
concerning human things
that God so loves
life and death in stride
positions of living stars
all those renditions
of existing parts
conditions of living
those magic golden rings
final exposition
revealing
death's tragic
magic art

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Tuesday, March 5, 2024

 

god spoke
to me
this love
what is
war on peace
how can
one thought
then word
first came
into light
what about
carnivores and predators
fallacies that kill
policies that murder
canyons and caves
political mess
address what
god spoke
one fist
into love
one spear
through this human heart
one bullet
straight into every mind
what one finds
beyond god's tears
balanced insight
fear into right
iron handed
civil shredded
into shards
tattoo cruel words
facets on golden towers
symbols of fuel and power
grind ancestral bones
love into malice
blood onto swords
one ruddy chalice
politics lording it
over rival hordes
god finally said
cut my throat
revolution evolves
when ancient rivers
run clearly high and dry
speak about erosion
those corrosive massacres
explosive disgrace
yet if
shame were beauty
perhaps this
was love
maybe this human race
would truly see
some blissful light
fading into some
cosmic beatified face
original thought
connection was true
enlightened something
into our righteous heads
god's face turned
into bits and coins
what now
has god wrought
those legal writs
so many desperate wrongs
left something
all those things
stricken and purloined
grunge and cringe and dread
still god's pure thought
intrepid brilliant sight
what god said
creation speaking in this light

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Monday, March 4, 2024


 

those stories
we never
want to end
I thought
I'd see you again
now
at days end
I see the drop
has come
in this
twilight time
now mostly
what I feel
is sorry
still I don't see
all love's pain
ending
I hoped that
one day
I'd see you again
now dark
night descends
I see this story
sadly closing
who could have thought
so many years
would have
passed us by
time itself
has been imposing
let alone
vast oceans
between us
I suppose love
is nothing
but
a broken heart
I remember
kissing you
passion in my arms
I remember
passionately holding you
soaking up your charms
still the world
forces us apart
it seems we provoked love
right from storied start
cruel times
love's jeweled art
maybe I am
just a fool
but I fell
in love
with you
yet love failed
both you and I
now this
final chapter
has come
to its remorseful end
what love did
to us
sending us
hurt and bleeding
through that rending portal
why can't we be freed
from all love's pain
all life's hurt
maybe
in my dreams
I'll stop
writing this story
maybe
in my dreams
you'll let me say
I'm sorry
perhaps you'll believe me
when I say
I'm broken and I'm sorry

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