I cascade into riddles
while playing the broken fiddle
Strings bent by my flailing bow,
screeching cat meows
wailing into the still night

But for a second I am forgotten,
closed eyes memories faded but no one is talking,
I reconcile my internal differences
on ketamine and ****,
while sifting through the coke on the mirror.

Hampering visions of self-mistrust,
this place seems all too familiar.
I am guilted into a frenzy of denial and hate,
flaccid feelings designed to rule my mind,
stepping over casualties left in my wake.

The second hand of time
disrupts my calculated and distraught brain,
begging for forgiveness, I am in denial.
Restitution beckons my calling,
trapped in a killing jar all by myself

Where do I turn but to the inside,
feelings drift apart while my heartbeat fades.
Internally drained, stained, and maimed.
It's the useless sense of nothing
that surrounds me

the dictator's unjust message
is of
socialism
and soon we'll be caged
in its
schism

the voice of the inflicters
shall
increase
as the sole individual's  
suffering won't
decrease

the leftists want
total
hegemony
over our minds bodies
and
souls

the world's population
will need to comply and  
convert
as this transition
shant be
inert  

the dystopian times
draw ever
nigh
whereupon tyranny's
rule shall
apply

-

I don’t think we fear falling
how can we fear falling
we fall all the time
apart
and
into place


-

Have bought some time to ponder thus
The thoughts of Caesar's Romulus,
The dreams within creations rhyme
Felt within our tick of time,
The pulse of life in throbbing vein,
Magnificence of veils of rain
In starkness of blood sunset'******br> Delineating seas, absorb.
The pain of love in gifted smile
Inviting us to pause, awhile.

Time to pass ****** stress aside
Curling toes in ebbing tide,
Feeling crispness in the air,
Noticed highlights in your hair,
Sensed the love light in your eyes
Knowing deep, it's no surprise.

Ocean deep, ocean calm
Stroking fine hairs on your arm
Knowing, deep, it's no surprise,
To feel the love light, in your eyes.

M.
28 October 2020
Foxglove, Taranaki

Even a prey can capture a predator.