Another false prophet, another beast --
Another peace process for the Middle East . . .
Another massacre, a newer war;
A bright new scarlet global *****.
Another poem, another curse
A further plunge from worst to worse . . .
Another sociopathic brute,
Another ***** in a business suit.
Another smiling psychopath;
Another angel's bowl of wrath
Another data-driven plan
To twist yet further fallen man . . .
A bolder data-driven lie
As LUCIFER ascends the sky,
Another depression, another bust--
In MAMMON we supremely TRUST !

Just leer at me and put your finger on my lips as I slip into the mists.



(sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCXLIX)


Tis New Year's Eve and one hour left t'avail,
The blueish shadows, tire tracks winding thence
From here to out of sight, and white snow dense
Upon the landscape are all buried, pale
Within night's blacker shroud, as no detail
Save distant, muffled shots is't? own a sense
Of what we thought to know, yea, that pretense
Mair hollow as the Scriptures tip the scale.
Ya, Revelation and the end in tour
Of Babylon sets all our fete as due
Now on its ear,  the festive note we stir
Less than its vaunted echo, listed to
Effect as burned up in a moment, poor
As freighted joys.  And what is left to do?

31Dec17a

hit me with your words
like you wish you could with your hands
but you know this'll hurt more.

it's like you said
"friendship has to be mutual care"
"and who would care about you?"

these words do not surprise me.
but i am left wishing
they would.

A friend's someone you can depend on
Someone you can trust over anyone
Little do we know friends can be mysteries
Treating you worser than your enemies

And here we go again,
This is the final time that I, let you, use me, as a friend,
I ******* told you way, too many, times, my heart, is weak,
But witness all my rage and anger as it starts to leak
I should've known

Living in this world,
Its choking me, I can't breathe
Demons with halos, surrounding me,
All the **** time
Smiles in my face, knives in my back,
Now trust is what i lack
I guess its ok, what can I say?
Imma live another day

Living each day as if it were my last
Not caring about how much time has passed
Picking up the pieces I dropped on the way
Why is it that we all live to die?
Tell me why?
Am I really gonna die all alone?
In this hole... Ooh! im so cold im so cold

Living in this world,
Its choking me, I can't breathe
Demons with halos, surrounding me,
All the **** time
Smiles in my face, knives in my back,
Now trust is what i lack
I guess its ok, what can I say?
Imma live another day

Am Just a bird with wings
But too weak to escape to reality.
Am too weak to swim as a fish
Drowning in my ocean of doubt.
My faith is in the desert;
Drying to a dead End.
Drunk elders said emphatically;
Don't get bitter get better.
But My bitterness is now Sweet,
Sweeter than the bitterness of truth.
JUST LET ME!
Am weary of false promises,
They are like worms festering my ears.
JUST LET ME BE!
Am not going to listen no more.
I have tasted the truth and now am free!
JUST LET ME BE!
Am a bird..I live in the Sky
But i bathe with warm sand when cold.
LET ME BE PLEASE!
Am ready to leap off the cliff
So ready I am to fall in love with the Wind.

In a
moment
of quiet,
through the
busyness buzz,
a soothing thought
                    s
               e
          s
     i
r
to my consciousness,
and
consoles my heart:

*"I'm going to be okay."

As the buzzing, humming, whirr was pulled towards the centres I felt the awesome intensity of the energy that is so often perceived to be that of the colossal being  Alpha and Omega. There was blinding light and ear splitting sound as this entity sensed my energy in acknowledgement. My mouth fell open and spilt words nearly silent that whispered "What is this plain of existence?"  Like clouds of ****** the being seemed to shimmer, speaking not with words but rather through my soul itself, filling me with it's brilliant light. I felt warm but had chills from within and shaking in my feet.  
  
                I was given a purpose and a place. My mind had been set free. I felt as the being departed the vessel of which I am contained it left behind something that I already had owned but it had simply shown me the way...  
  
    
  
I hope only that this gift does not go to waste.

My heart learnt today
It can now beat for ever
Not for a reason