I've done strange things for the sake of rings spun around solar systems

Myself I seek for a silent leap into a fantastic fracture

No world need convince me that these cracks completed spill serendipity

I separate them neatly when they start breathing scenes best left for a blind patronage

Perhaps your malfunction is a product of something more sinister

A human condition decides on renditions torn from a black white horror show

Freezer burn for our nutrition when the world insists on absurdists amplified

Our sincerity is matched only by electricity extinguished for better imagining

Ghosts consider our progression like hindsight heros

Decadent glee when a plastic choked sea swoons from hurricane hijinks

Paranoid pirates tuck treasure into garbage heap grottos the size of Texas

No map for a wealths navigation

Buried beneath distraction contraptions and know how hardware

No connection like the steadfast junctions that perpetuate envy

Skies cease their indifferent observation and decide on surrender

A wooden giant crumbles while the modern slowly assembles

The vanity runs like storm stained dancers

pooling politely for easy consumption

Scoop the slips and magnify some misconceptions

Sometimes normalcy negates these more formidable formalities

A fistful of time...
Saw the doing and the undoing
of misguided hands.

A fistful of words...
Hurled in exchange,
like expended rounds that
drew more than they should.

A fistful of life...
Taken for granted
and traded in for
forgotten sands.

A fistful of heart...
Wrung dry by familiar digits...
Suffocating still...
Like I knew it would.

in a few weeks time
the New England's hilly landscape
will wear fall robes

It's come to my attention
That the **** has hit the fan.
I should've seen it coming
When everyone else ran.

Now I'm in the thick of it,
This mess that isn't mine.
I'm so slow on the uptake,
It happens every time.

Some poems I write are stupid, and sarcastic as can be
It all depends what mood I’m in…behold and you’ll now see

Levity is fun, and at mocking I’m a Pro
This time I will be serious, and from my pen will flow…

From my pen will flow, words of Doom and Dread
Why oh why is this? It’s what’s about to break upon our heads

Soon to break upon our heads, in the Bible this is told
The Book that is the last, this is about to all unfold

It will start with WW3, the United States will be destroyed
In the Bible this is too, all Atomic Bombs will be employed

It’s in the Book of Jeremiah, chapters 50-51
“Babylon” will burn, for the SINS that she has done

The old heads sell distraction

Different prints and different licks

Concrete beds display the newest fashion

Pick them hearty while declaring  dysfunction

Beam another bystander towards  electro shock

Tastefully tenacious in it's rearranging

Bars for consumption

The eyes suggest cancellation

Now you declare this space fit for sanity

Now I crumble for chaos

Displaced for a momentary diplomacy

but lines blur inside a mind prone to wandering

Remnants gather for a pre shatter shindig

A bright glow illuminates conviction

How coy these means for destruction

a shell claiming stability

a vessel containing absurdity

Crack seat sofa with the medical magazines

Wait on a number for my neutral reckoning  

Diagnostics come free

A proper requiem is not included

a hint of autumn
pervaded the morning's air
twas cooler in feel

adorning night's drape
glittering arrays of stars
sparkling like jewels