Telescopic

Telescopic  11/21/2014

I can feel the eyes upon me

As I walk to work

Nothing but dead reflections

Of inner hatred.

Life in the cross hairs

Is not easy

And its not fun

But that is life

For the honest

And the aware.

It’s okay to be nervous

But its better

To be alert

When you owe more than you have

And are targeted every day.   

It’s not about what is fair

But only about who is hated

Because nothing is new

Under this dead sun.  

Walking like a target

As you head down the street

Glancing to the side

And spinning around. 

Watching from the shadows

Following your every move

Unable to create

But only to destroy.  

Now is the time of danger

When evil always strikes

Over confident, unhinged,

Hateful and deadly. 

They flash their teeth

And lick their lips

Waiting for the fireworks to start

Attacking only the most vulnerable

And unprotected. 

This is their time

And this is their world

But it shall also collapse

And consume itself. 

Maybe its time

To speak the truth

Unafraid

And unashamed. 

And maybe today is a good day

To talk to your kids

About what is truly fair

And what is not. 

The onslaught comes

And it’s every man for himself

As every enemy plots

And every friend fears. 

Mass movement

And mass confusion

Is always a recipe

For disaster

And destruction.

Now is no different

And only a fool

Will think it’s right

As the last bastions fall

One after another. 

No one is immune

And no one is safe

Especially those who plot evil

With murder in their hearts.

They have murdered many

And they shall murder more

But all will come to nothing

In less than an hour. 

See the fire

From afar

Rising up in a column

Closer and closer

And pulsing like the sun.

Sooner rather than later

All of this will come undone

As all of us gather

Ghosts, poets and all.