In the dark
There are shadows
It is why our ancestors gathered
By a fire
Those dark shapes are created by ones mind
Unless they are of
The living kind
Just behind you
Moves a form
In the corner of your vision
Look..
and it moves no more
You and your imagination
And yet you can hear a slight
Breath,
a gentle breeze
It's why we should huddle
Together at night
For shapeless horrors
like these.

There are knights
Holding shields against dragons
There are soldiers
holding shields
Against space craft
and laser cannons
There are space Marines
In the heavens
In infinite wars
Across the multi-verse
Men fighting gods
Outnumbered and down and done
Slowly to ones feet
For this fight is;
Once and for all
Every bit in
do or die
By kingdom come
Ammo's ran out
Reinforcements are all wiped down the line
Heaven help us
With these fights of
mankind

Like him

I am an animal
Let's not forget
You are animals too
We co-habitate
On this rock, of blue
We really have not
Gained any wisdom
Over these ages
of Adam
And how many historical events
Have passed,
and yet ;
We don't learn from them.
I'm blue in the face
From speaking and shouting
"Are any sane people left?"
Crowded, pushing in..on me
No air,, can hardly breathe,
Clawing !
my way forward, just to get some space.
Here there is no footing,  my heels
Begin to slip,
and the more the herds a'stiring, the longer the trip
Looking back over the road ,
broken people are exposed
and lessons Spoken
come out as a belch
Protect yourself,  women and children first.

I wonder if she knows
That I think of her
I'm not that guy
She thinks she knows
When a few words are passed over ten years or more
She doesn't have a notion
Of who I am in this world
I imagine spending time with her
And my mundane life fades
She brings light with her
As I crawl through these dark days
I hope this life's rope won't suddenly end
When I haven't told her
How much in love I am

Do you suppose the moaning bride
Made such noise
From losing her life?
Or was it regrets
A matter of the heart?
That tore her voice
Apart?
Was there torture?
At least,
In her mind.
Or was it physical,  with a twist of metal a pop,
of the spine.
Lots of images
Come to a question of these kinds,
What made the
Moaning bride?

Here are the problems with democrats
They want to conduct beatings on the opposition,
and they want  illegals to remain in my nation
They like to put targets on people's back
And wish death on other humans for political wrath.
They label everyone a ****.
Then tear down historic statues and occupy college campuses .
Promoting anti
Jewish
marches
They want retaliation
and try using  gorilla tactics to bring down my union
Blaming everyone else for the mess we are in.
Never being gracious when the other side wins.
I have rights and a voice. I also believe..
its a woman's choice.
I walk between the shadow and light, and guarantee this poem will bring about hate..
tis another democratic trait.

A target on his back
A beating threatened
The garbage men
Did their work
With their candidate
Winning
"What was in the past.."
And other word salad..
Imagine Walz near the nuclear
Button,
For a nuclear winter
I was getting several unwanted
Text five times a day
It totally re-enforced
My desire to see America great.
Congratulations
AMERICA
May your republic
Rejoice