Evolution III
You know the worlds off it's rocker
Civilizations gone mad
When Madonna wears her David
like a Gucci bag
When the axis of evil
can wage war on the west
And the west just seeks oil
While saying **** all the rest
You know things aren't quite right
When we look at reality
And we see the sad state
for two thirds of humanity
Yeah we say we've moved on
Smugly think we've evolved
And yet we're still fighting wars
That are two thousand years old
Is that the life that we want
for our brothers and sisters
The next two thousand years
With these atrocities blisters
As so called leaders of men
call their kin to let blood
In the so and so names
of their ficticious gods
This war of attrition
of Islam/Christianity
Has got to be stopped
For the sake of humanity
We can't listen to prophets
Of destruction and war
As they twist up the morals
These great religions once bore
Now's the time to stand up
Be complete multi faithful
Yeah it's time to start banging
Our fists on the table
Be as one for all creeds
And all colours and sects
And untie this foul noose
They've placed over our necks
Yeah it's time to start fixing
The mistakes of the past
Yeah it's time to start pulling
Our heads from our ****
For if we want there to be
A future for Our children,
We've got to grab this last chance
and be the next Evolution..
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
Twenty Two Minutes
**** depression
only encourages confusion...
Fragmentises the mind
creating veils and illusions..."
His words pass as I dream
of the Chill Renovator
While he state ***** my mind
with his verbal ********
And so haphazard he goes
on his quest to get in
But the truth he'd not know
where to ******* begin
So I smile nod and shake
in all the right places
As he stereotypes me
with the other nut cases
While if only he knew
my only depression
is the twenty two minutes
that remain of his session
As I sly watch the clock
as it slowly ticks down
Each synchronised movement
taking aim at my frown
His eyes falsely light up
at the sight of my smile
A misled inner faith
in professional guile
So I let him rant on
with his Freudian theories
And soft bat his torrent
of invasive queries
Till finally he tells me
He'll see me next week
and I scratch
in my diary...
Date with the
Freak...
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Futility of Persecution
As you approach me
both guns drawn
Bullets full of hate and bile
I stand here naked
hands beside me
Armed with just
my inner smile
As you seek
to breech the sanctum
Leaving carnage
and calamity
I sit here safe behind
the glass that shields
my newfound equinamity
I never built these walls
you built them
with your twisted
bitter hand
It was you not I
that sought to cross
the line within the sand
As your projectiles
tear my body
Leaving gaping wounds behind
I stand here smiling
in the sunshine that's
the fortress of
my mind...
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
The Last Prayer
As I curl up in the shadows
with just for company the Moon
I hear the clink of empty bottles
and know with dread you're coming soon
I clasp my hands both tight together
and I say a silent prayer
To a God who's meant to love me
To a God who's never there
I hear you start the usual arguement
and hear the usual tempers flair
Hear the downstairs door crash open
and then your footsteps on the stairs
He's out again this God of love
this God I learnt about in school
Then I hear you pull the handle
and know the writing's on the wall
Again I clasp my hands together
and say again my silent prayer
To this God who should protect me
To this God who's never there
Then the door is flung wide open
and I see you come inside
and know that God's not gonna help me
no no, those ****** teachers lied
They said that
God would save
and I believed
when curled up in my bed
I thought
when you walked through that door
That
God
would come and
strike you dead
that this
God
who loves all children
would come
on hearing
all my pleas
would burn
your soul
for all
eternity
and make this constant
bruising
cease
So I clasped my hands
together
and I said my silent
prayers
To this God who never
hears me
To this God who's
never there
And now your fists start
raining down
and I have
nowhere
left to hide
my last thought
in this
bleak
conciousness...
Those ****** teachers lied...
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
From that first moment...
It was ecliptic..
The seamless way
You let
your moon engulf
the heat that is
my sun...
And showed me the beauty
Of a long long
night in heaven...
Of course,
I may just of missed it
If you'd only
been partial
and had
just left the heat
to leak infinite...
But that's definately
not your way..
Is it Lady...
Hot kaliedoscopic..
That tangled sticky
web of
lust you
sweetly spun...
No 'of course' about
this one...
I just flew right on in...
And you
swallowed
me
whole
From Celestial Being
to
Spider Food...
A metaphoric recipe...
for a shared equanimity...
Like all lovers should...
We share the knowledge...
There are no boundaries with
equality...
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
****** Mother Nature
As rain forests dwindle,
and skyscrapers grow,
we leave those who co habit
with nowhere to go...
Sweet indigenious song birds,
all turned off one by one
as we bulldoze the trees
where they once raised their young...
Stealing land from these creatures
in each and every direction
as we drive them all closer
to their own mass extinction...
there'll be uproar of course
when the last one is gone,
but this course of destruction
seems to just carry on...
In Asia the Tiger's
now on it's last legs,
hunted down for it's fur
and it's teeth ground to dregs,
The Bali and Caspian
are both sadly gone,
a mere five thousand Bengals
till they too follow on...
Just five hundred Sumatrans,
a last thirty Chinese,
then this beautiful Feline
will just cease to be...
There'll be uproar of course
when the last one is gone,
but our blood thirsty onslaught
will just carry on
Amur Leopards in Russia,
Jaguars in Brazil,
being wiped from the Earth
as we **** and we ****
Silvery Gibbons in Java,
Hynobius in Japan,
on and on goes the culling
of one and all except Man...
Polluting the rivers,
over fishing the seas,
as we spread and infest,
like a fatal disease,
yeah there's uproar of course
at this ill being done,
dusty crocodile tears
as we still carry on...
For an epitaph we'll have
as our only distinction,
that we were the cause
of Earths sixth mass extinction,
not a meteor smashing
from high outer space,
just a cancerous growth
called the inHuman race...
That we ravaged the planet
and drank it's well dry,
how we ripped out the goodness
and left it to die,
how there'd been a huge uproar
as they fell one by one,
how we ***** Mother Nature...
how
we
just
carried
on...
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Come a little closer...
View the news and
gourge on the slide show
Pluck every strand that you
need from the rainbow:
Take away the voyeurs stance
and get up front and personal
In their face and just above
the bleeding cavity..
Now drink in the depravity
Bend down and peer inside
A beating heart did there reside
Collateral damage
She'll never clock eight
Nor any of nine
ten or eleven..
Stare into dilated eyes
to know these
acts of retribution
and feel aoerta showered
flower blossoms
Pool at your feet:
They're not yours to keep but
it won't be long before
you're knee deep in blame and
Reminiscing all the outrage
and the planes
and how those
Towers fell
The tracks of claret
on the Tube
And double deckered
burnt out shells
The back pack carnage
in Madrid
The ********* of
Islamists
Of course
you never
ever thought
Revenge
would only
lead to this..
You just need to
move those toes
and spy how she flows to
the rivers of many
to find out:
You're shrapnel.
A not so ******* smart bomb
who's been looking for a
victim, screaming
Faceless'll do fine...
Well not this time.
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC