Jealousy

Jealousy
A deadly sin
So we are taught
Over and over
Again
And when
We dare to question
The questionable ways
Of wealth and power
The smirk and hint
Jealousy
And the lessons rise
Prodding our conscience
Silencing our voices
With guilty pillows
Thus
Why we are taught
What we are taught
Is plain to see

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Moonshine

Shine for me moon, shine
I need your silver beams
To heal
To calm

Chasing Sunbeams

See the argent moon
Chasing the brightest sunbeams
Moments slip away

Missing Meadows

Intent on life’s path
We do not see the meadow’s
Beauty all around

Morning Vale

The vale veiled in mist
Treetops fray misty tendrils
Sunlight melts it down

Winter Sparrows

A cold winter falls
Sparrows huddle and shiver
Hunger befriends them

The Lonely Tree

The lonely tree
Stood atop the blasted hill
Stark
Barren branches snatching
Rays from a mist-shrouded sun

Whisky and West Wing

All around me
The walls of my life
Are tumbling down
In slow mo
I am watching
In slow mo
Wondering if
I will survive

Over the Plains

 

A warm summer breeze
Teases scent across the plains
Tight the wolf pack runs

Allure

A golden charm hangs
Twisted tear between her breasts
Hungry wolves look on

Wolf In Snow

Hard the mud did cake
Matted fur, red blood flowing
On snow-covered wolf

The Nazi

The Nazi
Sat alone in his crowded cell
His ghosts reminded him that they had failed too
“One day. One day….”

Other ghosts waited
A mighty horde
Waiting patiently
For him

Unreasoned

So they gathered through all the seasons
No plan, no goal, no reason
Anyone would have thought they had agoraphobia
Reality, they imagined, could be held back forever

 

Socially seeking some satisfying Saturdays
Never needing new nighttime neon
All agreeing an admirable agenda
Rich raw results really render

Capital

Clawing
Avarice
Pouncing
Insidious
Taxing
All
Lies

Filters

Through glasses
Through windows
Through windscreens
Through the artificial glare of the plasma screen
Through a camera’s lens

Filtered life

Where the Wild Wood Weaves

Where the wild wood weaves
And the willow weeps
Where the deep dark dwells
And the savage sunlight sleeps

Child’s Eye

When the last heartbeat of the last child
Has faded into silence
The mighty universe
Will not care
Which is a
Shame
For
There
Is nothing
That can magnify
Its vast magnificence
More than the wonder
Reflected in the shine of a child’s curious eye

Fire in the Mist

 

There’s a fire in the mist
Down in the green sleepy valley
There’s a fire in the mist
A cherry glow shrouded by grey
Growing
If it grows much more
It will burn off the grey sleepy tendrils of morning
And lay waste to the trees

The Few

On a dark peak
In a lofty castle tower
Firelight glints on gold
The flames are the consummation
Of a million dreams
The gold is the gifts
That the few exchange
As they gather
To sharpen their swords
Hone their skills
Readying
To chase away the wolves
Release the hounds
And take control
Of the docile cattle herds

I Love a Title

I love a title
My name underneath
The first few paragraphs
The format
The shape

Soon

 

Soon
They will realise
That their spin
Their media hype
Is failing
Now
One has come
To threaten
Their way of life
Not ours
As the spin machines spews
But theirs
Their way of life
Of easy deception and greed
Of spinning tales of woe
Cutting and taxing
While smirking with contempt
And lining their pockets
With our aid
Let’s see
What happens
When they realise
The spin
No longer works

Manipulation

A drowned boy
Drawn from the sea
Fled from death to death
Burns in our minds
Burns in our hearts
Fans the flames of passion
Just before
The call to war

Cross

An old one of mine that seems very appropriate at the moment

Rapists come and go
like bills
grit your teeth
bear it
pay

Rooms

Shacks stacked
Corrugated walls
Tetering high
Rambling high

Sense

Red sky, grey smoke high.
Silver tear, deep blue cloud.
Black and White.
Golden smile.

Numb

Beaten
Blind numb
Afraid
To dream
Without sleep

The Alarm

 

The alarm keeps going off
But there’s nothing wrong
The alarm keeps going off
We ignore it
The alarm keeps going off
Keeps going off

Straight Path

The Romans had it right
With their roads
Our roads wander
And wind
Avoiding stuff
Drawing closer to other stuff