Cloudy

Cloudy    5/18/2015

Death is sad

But existing can be a horror

Because many who breathe

Have never,

Opened their eyes.

The earth spins and circles

Wobbling on its axis

Dancing around the sun

Passing over me

And passing over you. 

Right now we feel safe

But even now

You can feel it turning

On the back of your neck,

And in the pit, of your stomach.

Far away the search goes on

As the doors are kicked in
And the good dragged away

Slaughtered over faith

And hatred. 

Screaming and wailing

Pierce the night

While we decorate our mansions

And sit on our hands.

I can taste the blood in my mouth

And feel, the gut wrenching loss

As each and every day

We die a little more. 

The ground crumbles beneath our feet

But all we do is back away

Propped up by a burning scaffold

And dangling off a cliff.

Only a few can see

Just how far we have fallen

Dumb, shallow,  

Spoiled and corrupt. 

How much could we accomplish?

If only we tried

But instead we only, play with feathers

And look in the mirror. 

Venal, exploitative,

Violent, and cruel

The insane run rampant

Remorseless, and savage.

If you can hear

Listen for the call

And if you can see

Open up and stare.

The trumpet is calling

And evil has been exposed

No longer hidden

And no longer restrained. 

Come home and ask

Look inside yourself, and pray

Unafraid to know

And unafraid to act.