Oakes-photo, hypocrisy and flagrant mirky plateau. Brimming celestial warrants overcrowding public housing systems. North-South lights, sell costly iPhone Apps; and then there are Social Societies of non-verbal delight. Password protected non-profitable and over-costly educations of no reward or biblical synonyms. Catastrophizing hash-tag dot.com. Weary party going poster children with glowing anemone guts, fruity looped cantlings, ravenous scattered supper clubbed coughing up ******* on their strange and central affairs unit. Overcome the candisation and sugary affairs of any of the ***** and pops that erstwhile matter less and less. We are speaking of nomenclatures that don't arise. Promises and by which confession aloof romanticizes every Tom dicking Mary that carries the theory of sustainable energy, prussian blue, and irregular browsing.

hey God!
how ya doin' up there?
perhaps You are tired
and might use a chair?

to sit, relax and maybe think it over
you know, time flies and You are getting older...

You're Time itself
You are the Music and You are the Lyrics
I know: You are my inner self
I care not for stoics or for cynics

there are no sinners as there are no saints
we all but little misbehaving children
the Love bestowed on us from high above
is mirky Evil's deadly foe - the Lantern

I fear not what future holds
for all I know there is no future
if we go on like this - forlorn -
our selfish thoughts are Devil's fav'rite nurture

they said You don't exist
they said You're dead and buried
they kicked and crucified Your Son
their arrogance was their only merit

but You forgave 'em all -
knaves, foolish in their pride...

I thank You for the caring guidance
of those who do believe and those who don't
and if You're gone forever... well, good riddance
the image of my sword will haughty haters haunt

                                              23.5.2012

The cavern where the secrets lie,
Can make us laugh, or make us cry,
But that is where the soul can dwell,
Hidden deep in darkness we might tell.

The moments when we find us fools,
When blistering hot can sometimes cool,
We look at us in mirrors with hope,
How does the human race so cope?

We laid our plans and navigated the course,
With lofty praise and some fine discourse,
Lifted high our images on weakened thrones,
The arrogant, or how they still can drone.

Through clouds of conscious with mirky lies,
We plow beneath the ground the weak who cry,
March onward with fervent, eager lost thoughts,
The price of destruction, oh what the cost.

Then marauding time still forges fast,
This world we created will perpetually last,
Until the last human being can admit to say,
We lived in darkness just one more day.

God fearing -
we kneel before altars,
sipping red wine,
a representation of
human blood when
we are already
bleeding

to death -
there is nothing
but the illustrated,
yellow pages of
a chained bible
that fails to reach

us -
dancing naked
in the storm;
a storm child
born under thunder,
black clouds that

swallow -
us whole yet,
you are made of
the darkness,
swimming in it's
mirky waters like a

mermaid -
I take Heaven
into my mouth
when we kiss,
hungry for a taste
of that forbidden fruit
that will take us both to

Hell

A fuzzy mind from restless sleep
No respite from counting sheep
Ideas swirling like alphabet soup
Words and letters can't regroup
Thick and mirky, a wonderous haze
Eyes closed tight against the maze
Of thoughts and dreams not yet dreamed
Of future worries not yet deemed
Less important than unattainable sleep
And no respite from counting sheep.

…mebbe not, cuz I’m not the only parched soul, apparently.


(sonnet # MMMMMMDCLXVI)


Of water, be it silver orbs which thence
Shine in dawn’s matin eye, dew resting, pale
Upon grass’ thicker carpets as the veil
Lifts oer night’s realms, the fluffy white whose sense
Of children jostling in sheer play fr’intents
Falls swiftly through grey’s mirky light t’avail
As snow ‘non blankets, or that which we hail
Where puddles shiver to soft footfalls,...whence?
Though we—our sins as scarlet—lie as twere
Sans help, how Thy salvation clothes us to
Effect, Thy people as the dew which fer
All that yet waits for none, and rain we knew
To cherish as Thy Word, what shall I stir
When boiling for tea all that speaks of You?

02Oct17a

I sat there in my chair today
Quite relaxed.
Then slam in my face the door shuts
A bolt of lightening strikes
Once again.
News not expected came
From out of the blue mirky waters
That are drowning my soul.
They suddenly, a light came
Once again.
This light cleared the way
A positive charge fell
The blue water turned crystal clear
Once again.
Hope surrounded me.
I drew breath, it was nice.
Once again.
Now I am feeling relaxed
In the knowledge that help is at hand
And I can continue
Once again.

The clarity in my reflection,
feelings ripple in the water
as they wade through my being
and paddle me in motion
like petals floating in the wind.
Rising and falling,
drawing a fourth dimension
through a parallel within.
I love and want,
want, but doubt that I should get now.
I get that I should want
but restraint keeping me in check now.

When waves are tsunamis
I overtly stress,
show that I cope
but I covertly test and
hope that you don't see
that I openly digress.

Mirky waters
and ***** waves
stir the lake,
it's a stormy day.
Hazy mist
so no reflection,
turbelent water
turns my waves
in random action.
So while I look energetic
i'm actually stagnant.

Funneling all my energy
into the storm
because I learned that from turbulence
still waters are born

I step out from my little house
in the forrest and look at my reflection in the lake.
The sandstorm within is slowly dwindling
down like the little petals in the wind.
I sit down when clarity returns right as my smile begins.

I see the darkness rolling in
The sky looks mirky and bleak
In the distance i see death
Holding a scicle made of steel
He points his finger at me
Wanting me to come to him
I slowly take a step
My legs are like jello
I hear my heart beating fast in my ear
Maybe he just wants to say hello
And make things all so clear
I make the journey to him
And he held out his hand
What I saw was my life flash before me
Like a bolt of lightning my mind crackled
And the screeching sound was piercing
Causing blood to seep out of my ear
I fell to the ground screaming "why!?"
And death hissed from his lips
Saying, "you're not so better than anyone else."
I cried, "what can I do?"  And death replied,
"Go,  and live your life right."