Busy

Busy this week, but will post when I can.   Rob McManus

Scorcher

Scorcher                          11/25/2015

Like a plane out of fuel

Rudderless and dead

We sink in a spin

Spiraling downward

Faster and faster. 

Evil has the controls

Just as he always did

But now his time is short

So he kills all he can. 

Suicidal and dumb

Ugly, and misshapen

Hating all that is good

Just like he always did.

Erupting with full force

To kill the beautiful

And kill the good

Out of hate, jealousy,

Pride, and cruelty. 

Living on a hoax

And living on a lie

The bigger the better

Every single day. 

As ferocious

As they are limited

Unfortunate, condemned

Killing and hiding

Dead enders of men. 

Harvest comes

And all the fields will burn

As the wrath of evil men

Implodes within.

Many die

Unheard and unknown

Innocent, courageous

Forgiving and kind.

They shall return

Avenged seven times seventy

In less than an hour

All of this

Done and gone. 

Unremembered

And unsung

Burning into nothingness

Forever.  

Grim

Grim                                   11/24/2015

Zero point zero

Net negative and empty

Passing through

And passing under

Killing everything. 

For a time

You can do anything

Especially if you are a dead ender

Lashing out

At everything you can. 

The atrocities go on

And yes there are always more

Some fake

And some real. 

Impregnated with a poison

That cannot be expunged

Hiding in every crevice

Here, there, and everywhere

The birth pangs come

Sharper, stronger

And closer together

All building to something

Long after, the deed was done.

Far down

And far away

Sliding backwards inch by inch

Putting off the pain

And giving ourselves away.

The fruits of our labor

Ripen on the vine

Coming when they are ready

Sweet, tart,

Rotten, or sour.

The host gets sick

But who can understand why

When reason is forbidden

And truth punished.  

 No one knows when

And no one knows where

All come home

To do what they will.

But time waits for no one

And it won’t wait for them

Speeding up in a vortex

Circular and down.  

Domicile

Domicile                            11/18/2015

I have dreamed many dreams

While I skipped through conversations

Imagining more than I heard

And forgetting more than I learned.

Streaming over and under

I never knew the crucial parts

Missing the mundane but essential details

For living in the now.

I was only sleepwalking

And sometimes I sleep still

Lost in texture, color, and shape

More than what is expected

Or required.

I wanted a feeling

And I wanted the sensation

But failed to participate

Much less anticipate.

Oblivious and self-absorbed

I perceived not the threat

Easing up behind me

With a smile on their face.

Only awakened

When mortally wounded

Writhing on the floor

Feebly waving my arms

And drowning in blood.

Close enough to touch

But never enough to have

I remain alive

And alien in my bones.

A ghost hovering

Over a lifeless body

Crippled and paralyzed

Yet still breathing

And believing.

Not quite dead

But neither fully alive

Suspended in game of madness

Like an alien in a jar.

It hurt for the longest time

But now, I have found contentment,

And patience

At last thankful

Behind my eyes.

In my castle

And behind the veil

A secret in the dark

Hidden in a chest.

Changing, growing

Watching and waiting

Stretching out a wounded wing

Strong as iron  

In word and prayer. 

Sleepers

Sleepers                                                            11/17/2015

Either way

We all live and die

One foot in front of the other

Ready or not

Unsure and unprepared.

It is no surprise

To see it come

But accuracy will never help

Those who will not see.

Foolish and suicidal

Oblivious and dumb

Waiting with their mouths open

And swallowing every lie.

Preferring  to die on their knees

Than ever live at all

They crawl on their belly

To lick the hands of killers.

Many are those who sleep

Because of foolishness and pride

But far more are those

Cut down by betrayal.

Their blood still fresh

And calling out our names

Awakening the parts long since asleep

Burning with anger.

Over time

We should learn

And when we pray for wisdom

The clouds will part.

Shining through

And piercing the fog

The glorious truth

Even if hard

And chilling.

Truth endures

And truth abides

More than enough

To pay the price.

Random

Random                                                11/12/2015

Scatter the ashes

And let them blow away

Spreading into the vastness

From which all of us

Were made.   

We are vessels

Hollowed out and dumb

Far from what could have been

Ages ago. 

Time stretches thin

Transparent and linear

A long ride on a pin point

Flattened on a paper.

Once I tried,

But now I think

Pondering in a day dream

Numberless might have beens.

We fall in

And we fall out

Randomly intersecting
And separating. 

Avatars in a game

Projected into space

Holograms of light

Hosting spirits and souls.

I get tired

And I get distracted

All for something

I cannot hold. 

A host to a battle

Raging in my mind

Pushed and pulled in all directions

By doubt and regret.

But then I remember

And shake my head

Snapping myself back

To the present.

Fight it

Fight it now

Even though you are hated

And you are ignored.

Friends can drift

And acquaintances lost

But each and every day

A new ending begins.