The Rock Collector

The Rock Collector   5/7/2014

Climbing up

On the top of bodies

And leaving the good behind

Without justification

Or even a reason

Except for power

And pride. 

None of it earned

And all of it fake

Just like the dust

Pouring through our fingers.

That should sum it up

The incredible emptiness of man

Selfish, sociopathic,

Ambitious, and dead.

Set your watches

And count backwards

Because this

Is what we see

As the end chases the beginning

All the way around. 

The head can chase the tail

And spin in circles

But man can never be God

No matter what he thinks.

We have elevated evil

And punished the good

Weighing down their every movement

And impeding their every desire.

Savaging the hand

That feeds us

While others lie, steal,

Pillage, and destroy.

But all the money will disappear

Because no one buys it anymore

About who are the good

And who is to blame.

We can shout

But that will not

Make us right

And we can bully

But that will never

Make it true.

Look now

Because you can see the intent

Burning with jealousy

And hatred.

Dismissive, soulless,

Rude and cruel

As they reward their friends

And leave the good

To die. 

What does it take

To wake up the deluded?

Force fed gruel

From the age of five. 

We glide down the road

Smooth as glass

Without a bump

Or a hiccup.

On our way to genocide

And inevitable extinction

Well planned 

And methodically executed.

Every day and every way

We live

And we die

But the secret hidden in plain sight

Still exists 

Just as it always did. 

My son smiles

And I hold him in my arms

We laugh

But inside

I am a stone.

I am not giving up

And I am not giving in.

Not one inch

And not one dime.

Today, tomorrow

And then forever

I say no

And I say goodbye.  

The truth is coming

And it’s bigger than ever

Right at our doorstep

And ready to crush it all. 

How many chances

And how many times

Have  they shouted down his name

And rejected the truth.

Let the march go on

Straight off a cliff

Just as dumb as it always was

A thousand times before.

Take it all in

And let the stone set

Ready and willing

Every day

And every hour.