Like the bang of a gun.
The earth is done giving.
Once we are done.
All done living.

The sun will burn out
It will be all gone.
Without a doubt,
There’ll be no dawn.

The ground will freeze.
The birds will fall.
There’ll be no breeze.
No sounds at all.

People will die,
But the earth will still spin.
Babies will cry.
Peoples’ souls will give in.

Plants will wilt.
Lakes will dry out.
The earth might still tilt.
There will be a great draught.

This will all happen.
I can guarantee it now.
I won’t put it in wrappin’.
The world will end; this is how.

Then all at once
The heavens became empty
And as dark as the void
From which God created them
And I knew in my soul
The era of mankind had ended
Yet the faithful remained
To watch the nothingness unfold
And the stars die out
From the eternity spoke a truth
As unseen hands shaped a world
That was always meant to be
"Let there be light."

Look...look-e here pause for a second before the seconds get near

the clock is dishonest and it cuts like shears.

I stare into the sky yet I do not fear

even if the end was near, I would be in the clear

Like visions that are translucent, let's mix it up like blood transfusions

don't think too hard just say you can do it!

what are drugs to a man using?

I call it addicted, my logic is gifted I'm on it, you're just with it

let me call a witness...to this lyrical massacre

my letters strangle the pilot, co-pilot, and passengers.

There belittled by small riddles am the verbal ambassador

My minds pickled so sick hospice...not hospital

my rhymes ripple as I watch the clock trickle.

Time is the enemy never stare at it...and if you look for too long...you will become an addict.

An addiction to numbers...one two three...along with others

Countless counts of time equal a waste of time so pause it, take your time.

A debate will rise ...to take equates to loss..we run,drive, and fly at any cost.

But there is only one currency...time is the coin of all eternity.

When the hands turn they move clockwise with certainty.

the counter clock is unwise certainly.

because it moves in contrast with urgency...

Father Time what is thee emergency? Mother Nature's calling she waiting for the earth to speak.

They say the time is coming,
They say the end is near.
But how come all these words have only brung me fear.
So I simply just ignore it, just avoid the thought,
But it's hard to run away from the feelings it has brought.
So push it all away, don't let it get to you.
Can they see what I am thinking, are my doubts see through?
People seem to fathom the things I just don't get,
But I hold on to my hope that it's not the end just yet.

Is it true what the scientists say
That life on earth will end one day?

I guess that they are probably right
There'll be no day, there'll be no night

The ozone layer is full of holes
Rising temperatures melting ice floes

Will we perish in enormous Floods?
The thought of it just chills the blood

Or will earthquakes bury us out of sight
Will fire devour us without a fight?

Storm and tempest, some folk say
Will make us kneel in final prayer

The forecast? Now  I'll give you mine:
It will end in two thousand and seventy nine


Keith Wilson            June 25 2016

Slowly but surely, the earth is dying
Landslides and earthquakes
Tsunamis and hurricanes
Summer heat all year round
Like a mid-summer nightmare

Yet
Those are not the real killers
Bomblasts and homicides
Crimes of color, religion
A life for more lives
Alive to take more lives
Not one day gone without an unnecessary death

Slowly but surely, the earth is dead
Buried in the same hope that was meant to save us
Religion and it's diversities; Science and it's ideologies More harm than good
And knowledge is the ****** weapon
Now we are bristling at the seams of the end
Weaving as if we didn't know, our very demise
Deeply obsessed with such sad irony
The saved don't want to be saved
They want to go to heaven
But for the unbeliever, anything goes
Let nature take its cause
Indeed, we are nature's beings, but
We have overwhelmed it
With our incessant addiction to hope
Never believe the news
It's much worse than it looks
But not all is lost; the red could save us all
Join the movement
Mayday Mars

Run, Chicken Little, run
That angry black sky is crashing down
We're standing in front of the gun
No safe haven to be found

Run Chicken Little, run
The ground is shaking
Threatening to shallow us, and be done
Can you feel your heart with fear quaking

Run Chicken Little, run
The meteors are hitting the earth
Legs feeling like they weigh a ton
This world is gonna shake us like fleas off her back and have a rebirth

Run Chicken Little, run
The waters have all turned to blood
Look in the sky, black is the sun
Soon we'll be covered by the mud

Stop Chicken Little, stop
There is nothing we can do
This may be our last day, it's all we've got
Useless endeavors no longer need pursued

Stop Chicken Little, stop
Lift your head to the sky
Don't kneel, don't drop
Look with open eyes
There will be no meteorite to climb on top
There will be no escape, no disguise
Off this planet we can not hop
Stand tall as you meet your demise
Greet your death with a warriors cry

The world went dark at midnight.

Fires gave one last valiant roar and died away.

Candles sputtered and drowned in their pools of wax.

Lanterns flickered and fell into an eternal sleep.

And the moon itself turned black
and came crashing down;
as the stars drifted away
abandoning us here.

The end of the world was at midnight.

This **** is so confusing.
My head is in this fog, I don’t notice the cop and
they pull me over got my address birthday and name
does that mean I will get a ticket?
Like is the universe worthwhile?
What? Why? How? And all that other b.s asked ten billion times
I was bored before so I watched youtube now I question the entirety of the universe
and if this can be considered poetry?
Can the flow of the universe be considered poetry? Magic? Science?
If many of us had a dollar for every minute we where alive many of us
would be shockingly low on funds.

Freedom is the greatest bout of ******* since equality.
Is a pet parrot free cause it gets to pick the time it *****?
We are free, so free when you get arrested for walking through a
door that some guy— cause let’s face it the world is ****** up and sexist—
said you no, yet the alternative is far worse where every door is open
yet where is the middle ground is everything bounded to be perputally ******
up?
Are the police always going to be ******* who we can’t live without?
Are they gonna be the ****** who cross the lines to yell at others who cross the lines
or who bring tanks where words worked?
Are robots gonna **** up everything?
Is science going to discover that heaven is five hundred million miles
away yet still a place?
Is science going to prove that the universe was created by a god
watching over five thousand galaxies?
I feel like goverments would bond over their desire
to conquer god, claiming he she or whatever the **** it is
is after us?
I bet that’s how the world ends:
Nation states bicker over what to do with god
and some idiot in a control room will hit the wrong button
causing world war’s three, four and five.
Then we will move to space and **** up mars
and mars bars will finally get exposed.