Everything and everyone are burning                                                                   Including our pretty memories                                                                               Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                                  Just a little and tiny spark ignited                                                                           All that craziness that extends endlessly ...                                                             Everything is on fire                                                                                                 Simply because that tiny spark led to                                                                   Mass murders, chaos ,and disorder                                                                        Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                                  No one believes what's Going on up to this moment ,but                                                                      Everyone believes that fixing things                                                                  Needed only some wisdom                                                                                 From here or there ...                                                                                          Childhood , womanhood ,and manhood                                                           Have all gone away with what's going on ...                                                     Horrible images of destruction and devastation                                               Are clearly visible in all directions on the ground ...                                          That spark threatens all neighbors to extend global                                         If wisdom and wise men come forward to fix it ...                                             The ugly sounds of bullets are heard to remind us                                            Of what's going on around and in all directions ...                                           Death tolls climb and misery stands up slapping                                              A pretty nation on its face without any hesitation ...                                         Nothing remains in a pretty land even that little                                              Is fading away with its tail seen sinking down .....                                            The whole pretty land has turned into that ugly                                               Wasteland that prevails as a reminder of man's cruelty ...                              ___________________­_

I hide mostly in confines now.
Not fearing death, but life.
Lone in the light I can manage from matches
and torches, paranoid and anxious.
Topside today, no home tomorrow.
Still I rise to see the sun.
Yank the chain tether to test for rust.
Wander into the wastes in search,
mostly of water, and then for trust.
It's simple enough with a gun.
I look East, but think twice and
travel to the West for the wind of peace.
In old buildings close to my bed and blankets,
I find a young boy with his sister, and while
she's older and dressed in hardened leather,
the clasp on her hip holster's shut tight.
They're looking for sustenance. I watch with
my eyes just over the window sill
as the two cling to each other
through the rooms.

They find nothing. Turning to what's left in their packs.
Cans of tuna. Pork and beans. Fumbling with
knives to stab through the shell.
Is it a good day to die?
I wonder,
thinking of the can opener
I found yesterday.

you're an oasis stream,
running through my empty wasteland

Unfrozen, surviving in miles of silent wasteland
Somehow risen from cold to my feet, but not breathing
Am I flawless that I drift so lightly with a Western wind?
Or so flawed that I don't admit I'm desperate for coming home
The final night with my elbows on the throne
Laughing over longing after end to the infinite.
Beheld well with the highest intention to flatter you
Maybe I'll die in laughter when you realize I invite you to bitterness,
brittleness to the shattering for which I'll want you close
Because with another's bloodstains I can live alone
Using what I've siphoned to make my ill-advised scratches on tablets on tabletops.

A barren wasteland
Of fear, doubt, and regret
Uncertainty plagues the sand
A horrendous fate, that we have met.
society became its own destroyer
The catalyst of this hopeless future
There's time to change
But were consuming ourselves
All of us

This is the highway of fallen kings.
The place where pharaohs go to rest.
The dungeon where crowns are thrown,
Because they no longer have value.
They mean nothing.
Everything you touch becomes nothing and,
Even the strongest fall under your scrutiny.

This is the wasteland of dreams.
The place where hopes go to rest.
For nothing conquers your unconquered heart.
Nothing will florish under your glory.
Every territory is under your dominance.
playing with my heart
toying with my mind and
Evidently pulling hard,
Ripping at my heart strings
I guess the mighty *****,
Isn't so mighty.

This is the epiphany of heartbreak.
The sudden realization that...
Pharaohs will fall.
Crowns will also fall.
Dreams are sometimes nightmares.
One can only hope.
Superiors remain supreme.

And of course...

The weak is forever at your disposal..

I think you do not recognize it
For you have become used to it,
And internalized its patterns.
Everything is falling apart,
But not simultaneously,
And at different rates;
So you may pretend
To find stability
In the rhythm
Of failure.