Ghost Rocket

Ghost Rocket  6/29/2015

Voices in the cloud

And voices in your head

Insanity comes

From within or without.

On a ghost rocket to Mars

Rest the ancient spirits

Terra forming the future

In secret silence. 

We only see

What we want

And  just like always

We huddle in a herd. 

Turning our backs to the wind

For whatever comfort we can

And floating down a stream

Convenient and dumb.

We open the door

To a wolf in sheep’s clothing  

Afraid to obey

Truth and discernment. 

We who also love

Are trained to obey

Always accommodating

And always guilty. 

But all it takes is a crack

And in comes the deception

A gilded horse

full of horror.

An unfortunate truth

In a world gone insane

That some have no honor,

No conscience,

And no soul. 

There is no hate more dangerous

Than the one

For which we,  dare not speak

For fear of reprisal

Certain and  swift. 

It’s not about love

If it’s really about something else

A crack to be exploited

To blame, isolate, and destroy. 

The foolish used like a crowbar

To push against the frame

Just another cynical tool

Used to bludgeon

And wound

The heroic will suffer

Just like, they always have

Offering themselves up

To be mauled and maimed.

Abandoned at first threat

As we all retreat on cue

Leaving them alone

To be butchered and abused.

How many have been lost

And dragged down the street

Murdered without honor

And buried without respect.

Evil searches day and night

Looking for those to exploit

Like a worm

Eating through the brain. 

Turning us against ourselves

To open up the door

Farther and farther away

From where we should have been. 

I am a sinner

And so are all, I know

Imperfectly perfect

From the inside out. 

Transformed by life

Into something unknown

The eternal metamorphosis

Yet to be revealed. 

But we fight not against other men

But against something worse

As we are eroded and attacked

From within and without. 

If I am forgiven

Then so also are you

But only if we try

And only if we pray. 

The seed is planted

Now watch it take root

As the hands behind the curtain

Do what they will. 

Love respects

But love, also lets go

Letting others live

In free expression

And free association.  

It never blames

Nor can it attack

But rather exists

Perfect and sublime. 

We are known by what we say

But silence can tell you everything

And how many times does it take

For even a fool to awake. 

Behind the curtain

Someone pulls the strings

Creating Marionettes 

To weaponize

And exploit. 

You can look forwards

Or you can look backwards

But none of this is new

Neither the lie

Nor the end.  

Everything goes both ways

And the wise should always

Search their heart

But only a fool cannot see

The veiled threats on the horizon

For you and for me. 

Nighthawk

Nighthawk    6/26/2015 

How many nights did I feel it?

That agonizing twinge

Staring at a stained carpet,

And praying I would survive.    

Some have avoided calamity

And some recline in luxury

Making money for nothing

And laughing all the way. 

How many have they crushed?

And how many, have they forgotten?

Conveniently discarded

Casual and cruel. 

Outside, there are predators

Who crave innocent blood

A red terror of brown shirts

Hunting easy prey.    

Marching under a false flag

And worshiping a paper calf

A wordless wonder

Empty and dead. 

Once there was iron

But now, it’s mostly clay

Selling us all out  

And giving it all away.   

Beware the feral dog

Snarling in the shadows

Digging under the fence

And lunging at your neck.

Like a ton of bricks

Comes the dawning horror

That all could have been avoided

Easily crushed long ago

With courage and conviction. 

But isn’t that, how it always ends

Doubled over in regret

Gasping in horror

And unable to move.

Look now and see

The devil in the street

Proud as a peacock

Treacherous and vain. 

Pray that it is soon

And keep a watchful eye

That no one catches you sleeping

In another dark night 

Moonless and dead.
   

Ghosted

Ghosted               6/26/2015

I am a ghost

And I am a memory

Barely visible

Alien and Remote.

The world is unrecognizable

And turned against itself

Churning and convulsing

Inside and out. 

It is easy to fall

But harder to stand

When everything is contaminated

And everyone infected.

I thought I was safe

And I thought, that I was loved

But in the end

I was nothing

And barely survived at all. 

I tried to scrub off the stain

And I tried to hide my face

Broken, alone,

Rejected and ashamed. 

Less than nothing

And thrown away like trash

Nothing but a worm

Struggling on a sidewalk. 

Unforeseen can be the reason

In the dark night of the soul

But obvious in the end

The purpose and the cause. 

It was for this

That I was born

Starting out at the end

The last of the first

And the first of the last. 

The golden age is over

And the terror has begun

Reflected in the eyes of madness

Soulless and dead.

Evil rules the day

And many try to save themselves

More concerned of reputation

And money

Than truth. 

Bankrupt with silver

And corrupted by power

They pretend just enough

To keep it all going. 

If you have seen evil

Then you know it exists

And once you have lost,

And lived

Then, you have no fear.

 Hold on

And love with all your heart

Even though you lose

And even though

You hurt. 

God listens

And he will save

Not one of us missing

And not one of us

Ashamed. 

Miasma

Miasma      6/25/2015

Northwoods,  south woods,

East wood and down

The more you question

The more you will see. 

You can’t judge a book by its cover

Unless that book is me

Another day bobbing up and down

Running down a ditch

And circling the drain. 

Diluted, marginalized,

Blamed, and abused

The last remnant shrinks

Encircled by enemies

And dying by attrition. 

We had our blessings

And we had our treasure

As we Devolve into miasma

Decomposed and dead. 

Eating, breeding

And trained like dogs

We lap it up  

Spoon fed and dumb.

Accustomed to horror

And sacrificed on cue

We seek comfort in safety

Delusional and afraid.

We were lost

But now we wander

With ever dwindling means

And nowhere to run.   

We had, the last chance

But blew it all away

Blowing smoke circles

On a breezy summer day. 

So here we are

Looking over our shoulder

Haunted and hunted

Every step of the way. 

All that we had hoped for

Has crumbled to dust

As we sift through the rubble

For whatever we can save.

Many will betray you

In order to save themselves

Enriched, protected

Cynical and smug.

 

But even they,

Shall yet, gnash their teeth

Betrayed one by one

Losing everything

That they have craved.

The jaws are tightening

And the hot breath

Is upon our necks

Stalked by a new beast

Same as the old. 

Busy today

Didn't have time to write, but I hope to tomorrow or Friday.  Rob McManus

Submarine

Submarine        6/19/2015

The shallow waters of comfort

Are safe

But they are also stagnant

Providing only

What we want to hear. 

But the deep holds the truth

And holds treasure in its depths

Clinging to the shipwrecks

Sunken in the black. 

Many wade in the sun

And splash as children

But only a few dive deep

And behold truth. 

The abyss is a graveyard

Of the good and the bad

Entombed forever

Dark and silent. 

Their hopes and dreams

Are distant and diverse

But they all ventured out

And did what they would. 

Some did evil

And some did good

But death grabbed their ankles

And pulled them all down. 

Words are cheap

And I know, they are not enough

But they are what I have

Even if they are guarded

And whispered. 

Reality is risk

And risk can be determined by facts

In the frequency of occurrence

Spoken or unspoken. 

And the only thing to fear

Is what cannot be discussed

Because even half-truths are powerless

If unevenly applied. 

The cold clear light of reason

Can solve many a problem

But only if you recognize reality

And acknowledge the truth. 

To grow

I had to grow up

And to learn

I had to search. 

Scour the sea

And plumb the depths

Listening for the reverberations

Deep and hidden. 

Pinging in waves

And knocking on our hearts

The true intentions

And hidden motivations.

Let it haunt

And let it ring

That someone might have the courage

To learn

And know.