I'm tired of the ghost town
that this host found
where there's no sound
and salvation isn’t a choir
required to sing here.
The loss just stings dear
when the message isn't clear.

So much is different
but nothing seems to change.
Desire is just a flame
that burns brighter
and higher than any forest fire.

Life isn't a white trash
trailer wife that won't hit back
when you beat her.
It isn't meeker
than the soft poetry speaker.

It is a strange picture
that I am trying to save,
the one you keep trying to take
and put it in its proper place.
Instead, I put it in a heart shaped
piece of jewelry you misplaced,

but now I want to
shove that lost locket
in your empty eye socket,
then light a rocket
right up your keister.

Today is dull gray
with dark shades
that portend
bitter ends,
as I keep yelling, telling
humans what’s coming.

Instead, of people listening,
I get the busted lip
of a trusted friend
trying to **** in
and help again.

Why should I
be surprised
when I get
a back hand
and black eyes
from those guys
whom I'm trying to save.

They’re not my enemy
but when I look and see
a crowd of red hats screaming,
ignorance blooming and seaming
to overcome any sort of reasoning,

I wonder who are they
and how did they come to be
people who suffer bigots so easily?
How do they let the greasy
****** con-men con them
into hating other women
men and children?
How have they not learned
their history lessons?
How do fools gather
more like minds to them,
then abuse the innocent
whilst using and confusing
the voting populace?

In the past I thought I had this
perfect proposition to position
myself as an artist and arbiter
of the truths kind hearts hold dear,
but it has become crystal clear;

In observing I find uncertainty
turns towards dark side
Jedi knight philosophy
but a little expanded when
uncertainty leads to anxiety,
and anxiety leads to fear,
which then translates into hate,
when one man comes to justify
corruption, and cruelty in the guise
of business suit wearing guys
even when it’s just with lies
they elevate and celebrate
the pigs who make them feel great.

The coyotes,
sick slick tricksters,
the politicians
priests, and
one more revolting man,
with gleaming eyes
of depravity;

The children scream,
and run away
to be recaptured
like they are prey,

pretty flowers
no longer bloom
as monsters pull
pink petals apart.

Pervy dictators,
and other pedophiles
rip innocence,
and ravage flesh.

Tiny arms
bone thin,
refugee hearts
broken again,
and again
as the beast
and his
greedy friends
**** and take them
violently
from childhood
to dark shadows
of desecration,
with vile acts of violence.

Not a QAnon conspiracy
but real horrors,
and I would wreck
a million cars
to crush
that traffic.

Tears of rage
burn,
and I would
like my turn
to turn
the world
of those who
victimize our youths
to chain gangs
that return
pain for pain,
dealing out
unrelenting
sentences,
with no parole
or room
for them to cajole
any leniency.

Look at your mind running
a million miles a second,
thoughts provoking obsessions
as you keep on stressing,
stewing, and second guessing
cause life has too many
variables to measure.

Half a mind on the future
while the other half
is stuck in the past,
so the present is tense
when your measurements
cannot fathom all the trends.
Maybe, you could use
a holiday with all your friends.

You’re edging towards
a serious coronary,
cause this level of intensity
is nowhere near ordinary,
so sit back jack and relax.

I’m not judging you harshly
or trying to be controlling.
I just wanted to pass on the truth.
It’s not much but I feel since I can
understand then I probably owe you
and this information is passed on
with a strong sense of compassion.

The rain falls
into the beautiful
river that runs
around the bend,
flowing and moving
with high pressure winds,
settling in the ocean
then evaporating and floating
up into the clouds
to reincarnate
as rain drops
that fall all
over the world
coming back to
that river again.