#apocolypse
What is there to do?
As fires burn and hopes melt
What can I do?
With every day that passes,
A new dawn of destruction emerges,
For every bird song,
a million keys bashed
to the beat of the working day.
What will I do?
When my food is gone,
my home,
my work,
my car!
Where do we go?
When water, finally prescious,
Our immaculate containers,
no longer made,
scattered across the oceans carpet.
Why should I care?
When I won’t even be there!
I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe.
It is only I who does something.
Whilst others do nothing.
It’s pointless and futile,
doomed by despots in everyday clothing.
Hoaxes,
misinformation,
It’s blown all out of proportion,
Quacks,
sooth sayers,
falsehoods and lies,
to scare our children,
To darken our minds' skies.
You will regret it.
you will be the reason.
When we all suffer for your gross neglect.
Living it up on earths expense -
thinking only of yourself.
I bet you laugh whilst eating meats
dipped in fine black oils,
gargling, snorting, farting,
I hope you choke! - angry face
Oh how Respect has died an awful death,
Thrown into Mozarts grave,
Along with Reason,
Rationality,
Responsibility,
What can I do?
When none of you see,
The answers are here,
our hands hold the keys.
Show mercy, show care
find comforts in fertile earth,
for tomorrow, she may not soe,
Reuse, reduce, repair - share.
It is not I who can do it -
but we can.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 4:23 AM UTC
I'm nostalgic for those old wars;
The coloured Roses kind,
With heroes and villains named Henry or Joe.
Wars that inspired poems about fields and bunkers.
And songs. So many catchy lilts with
Tipperary, white cliffs and battleships.
And slogans that made children want to fight
Against Loose Lips and encrypted blips on collateral damages.
I could be persuaaded to enlist,
To serve along side guys like the Duke,
And **** and **** Tojos and Huns,
While singing and dancing.
And the community. How all chipped in with the Effort.
Congealing around ***** of yarn or tinfoil... and victory gardens!
We'd be three deep on the boulevard, handing flowers to marching children on Main St.,
And the pulpits and towers exalt our efforts:
*God is with us.
Shangdi yu women tong zai.
Dieu est avec nous.
Gott ist mit uns.
Bag s nami.
Dio e con noi*.
Nobody has penned a memorable song
About Nagasaki;
We've seen some brain numbing,
Award winning pics
About Hiroshima.
We won't meet again.
I don't know when,
But how is definite.
A few big boys,
And...
Phsssszzzzzt!
How does that song go?
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 10:23 AM UTC
What flies higher and faster than an eagle;
Moves in underwater distances greater than a whale,
And quicker than a shark;
On land, makes the chetah look immobile;
Can burrow deeper, and more effectively than a mole;
Is more powerful than elephant, rhino;
Has a higher perspective than a giraffe;
Presents with more audacity than a monkey;
Yet has the discerning powers of a gnat,
And the future longevity of a fruit fly?
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 1:02 PM UTC
My grandchildren will read
The year had already passed,
By the time they were born,
To stop climate change.
I don't know how they will get the information.
I don't know when they will get the information.
I don't know from what or whom it will be delivered,
Or how it will be communicated.
I'm sure the news won't and shouldn't come from me;
Although it came duplicitously from me, and others;
Driving them everywhere, flying around, BBQing animals.
And all the entrapments of a twentieth century middle class life.
The grandkids will have serious questions,
Like Why?
I have loved you to death.
Will there be any to answer
When the signal arrives in 2070?
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
almost caught around cold marble corners,
stealing strawberries
never noticed by the common crowds,
painfully singled out by the mobs
snatching frozen kisses through double sided mirros,
make me look conceded
silver moments savored by golden windows,
showing worlds who never cared
wondering why we are labeled as villain,
they are the crude smokes that filling ****** skies
contaminated by pleas of those who perspire over you,
fall me upon silent ears
slink around in dark damp under-secret tunnels,
intials engraved within an immature heart pressured into perfection by natural issues
pollution, famine, war, death
four horsmen ready to ride unto an unforgiving world,
but i am the best
the horsemen can never outrun me
i'll always be just behind the almost-loyal congregations, lying in wait amongst the shadows not cowering,
waiting for their side effects to set in
it never takes long
for the noble steeds stomp upon my seeds of doubt,
pressing them firmly in with blood, sweat and tears
first, little sprouts, then large blinding leaves and rolling suffocating vines with poison thorns
don't ***** yourselves children, the fear will set in
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
I know what I want:
It
You
This
Us
Hands pushing
heartbeats pumping
syllables into temples
leaning in
to your liveliness
hooked on
your sleeping bell,
there we are:
Sitting in a smoky attic
creaking in uncertainty
Teasing out vibrations
invading our airspaces,
I'm explaining to you
the legal differences
Between licensees
And invitees but neither of
Us remember why,
there we are:
Climbing back down to earth
You disappear first:
A wordless fixture cloaked in blackness.
I blindly step forward to follow you
But the wood caves and I come
crashing through
the ceiling
feeling
nothing
But you
Entrenched
in your magic haze,
Suddenly snapping
forward poised to
Envelop me just
before
I shatter.
It was dark but I could see you better.
Maybe neither of us are explained away
by stereotypes,
our identities
mired in contradictions
more like intricate mirrors
than we could have ever imagined.
And all
You worried about
Was me
And all
I worried about
Was how
you were going to explain that hole
in the ceiling
to your mom.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Apocalypse redux
Interacting with our tear ducts.
We fly our flags
Until they are draped on our coffins
While weapons are tested by boffins
Sold to our enemies
Who fire them at us
While pop stars can only sing
Insipid love songs
What happened to protesting?
That's right we have give notice to the powers that be
The government which seems to control the BBC
So protests don't get reported
We are more interested in who gets deported
Than helping mankind
We bombed their countries to the brink of annihilation
Is there no room in our nihilism?
That is in our souls
We are more short sighted than moles
Love is only favouritism when we don't extend it to all of the human race
Compassion has died God cradles their face.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
*"I love you"
"I love you more”*
Was the only thing heard in the dead silent building
Blood stains the walls..
There's a body in room 15
Rotting and decomposing
It wasn’t always this dreary
the sun actually came out
birds sang...
Animals roamed free...
But now everything is gone,
the birds are dead
the animals are rabid..
Even the sun seems to be afraid to show its face
Humanity is dying,
a disease has affected everyone.
Patient 0 is long dead..
So are thousands of others
Life is coming to an end as we know it.
7.4 billion people
g o n e
Just like the wind
It took a day,
a week maximum.
Now only the strong survive.
Everyone thinks they’re alone,
maybe they are.
Some can’t handle it.
Some have hope for the future
Gunshots go off
the building echos;
broken windows like amp for the sound
inside this building we see
two people
one man
one woman
a bullet was all it took.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
I have a secret stash,
A tool box and an escape plan.
I can blend into a crowd,
Keep extra light bulbs
And a can of gasoline, a roll of tape.
There are no dull knives in the cutlery,
All the coats are on hangers,
Just in case of the drill.
When the air temp drops
I feel a hand grap my ankle.
The chance of headless horses
Clopping on asphalt afire is unlikely,
There'll be no open graves or walking dead.
The sun could blacken;
But certainly, no voice will proclaim,
In whom I am well-pleased.
It took ten thousand years
To fashion a bone hammer,
And when I passed it
I kicked it aside.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
As I look around I can clearly see the once ease and hustle of life
Now all that remains is a void
Even the wind which gave the illusion of life to everything it touched has gone nothing much
And so the stillness taints everything I see
Now even the quiet is chaotic, nothing left to breath the air
To move the trees
Alone and dying
I sit crying
Left to my bittersweet memories of life.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
T'was on the last day's length
When the Doom Guard made his final pass.
Across the span, his spirit would loom,
Trailing behind fog and forward inspiring doom.
Lead to the Blackened Land they surely were,
Showed astray and cast into a dying blur.
And today not a thing still stands,
Only black crystals glisten across the shaded barren sands.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
A hind leg
Shaped like Antarctica
Will scratch us off
This golden retriever.
A passing UFO
May crop-dust us.
We're nibbling cheese
Near the trap;
Swimming upstream
Towards spears and nets;
Making reservations
In a roach hotel;
We're in the cross-hairs
Of Mother ******
The place needs sheep-dipping
Before dinosaurs walk
On a new coat.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
When they come to get us, I want to climb over the wall with you.
I want to be on your side.
The safe side.
Where they can't really hurt us,
Because you are there for your mind, and your words, and wit,
And I am there because you chose to take me with you.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC