Silver Sun

Silver Sun                                      6/30/2016

Endless as the surf

Rising and falling

The long silver summer

Burnt into memory. 

Rolling over and over

In our heads

Long after

The sounds have died. 

Sometime we dream

And sometimes we see

The truth amongst the sand

Shinning in the sea.

At rest the thoughts come

Like a message from the deep

A soft and sweet melody

Drifting through the inner mind

From God to our ears.

An altogether different vision

And an altogether different sound

Soft but focused

Unheard and profound.

It is not blood

Rushing through a shell

And it is not

What I knew to ask.

A treasure to keep

And commit to the ether

A truth to witness

Long missing

And found. 

It matters not

If we are believed

And God only knows

What remains

Deep in the heart.

We who have searched

Have found

And we who have believed

Know. 

A beautiful life

Shining through the water

A wellspring of hope

Even in loss

And heartache.

The dead also live

And we also have won

Returning always

Where we

Always were.  

Thunderbolt

Thunderbolt                              6/30/2016

Let the words fall

Like a rod of depleted uranium

A sudden bolt of lightening

Splitting the sky.

A shattering truth

Flooding the shadows

Bursting through

And breaking free.

A long time coming

Is the flame

Flickering in the dark

For what it seems

Like forever. 

But now let it burst forth

The spirit they thought

Extinguished

Burning like an inferno. 

Growing across the prairie

And heading to the East

Consuming the chaff

Like fuel to the train. 

Roaring in the distance

The voices are heard

The soft and quiet prayers

Many hold in contempt. 

Now let them be heard

As now they are answered

In an unstoppable avalanche

Of truth

And consequence. 

Exposing all who

Have lied and betrayed

Continually conceited

And habitually fake.

They will all run for cover

But it will all be too late

The season come

In the middle of the night. 

Feel it now

Running up your spine

The tingling tremors

Of movement

In the deep. 

Let it all unravel

With hearts of the good

At last free to speak

The truth in all its glory

No matter what

And no matter how. 

They shall flee but be captured

And they shall hide their faces

In shame

Begging for the mercy

That they never gave. 

Rip Cord

Rip Cord                             6/29/2016

It was always the same

Much more a choice

Than a feeling

The decision in the heart

To love and share.

But it is not

A one-time decision

For the choice is made

Every day

And every night. 

Earned before deserved

And treasured in the soul

The gift of devotion

Practiced and repeated

Until known by heart. 

Peeling back the layers

We begin to understand

The mystery of the past

Hidden from view. 

Evil seldom happens

In just one night

But instead creeps in

In weeks, months, or years. 

One thing leads to another

Harmless and mute

Until we find ourselves trapped

And fighting for our life. 

Our vision of the present

Is often the poorest of all

Especially when deceived

And deluded.

Fools ride their emotions

And go with the flow

Used like a farm implement

To harvest and sow. 

Manipulated by messages

And spoon fed fairy tales

Their innocence used against them

And slain like sheep. 

Taught to doubt themselves

And taught to self-flagellate

Spoiled in the head

And hating themselves. 

Easily bought

They wage war

Against the good

Rewarded for compliance

And punished for truth. 

To them,

There is nothing more dangerous

Than awakened souls

The ones who yearn

To break free

And learn. 

They are the ones

Found murdered in bed

Bludgeoned in rage

Before they could escape.    

Lashing out

Like a wounded animal

The desperation of tyrants

And sociopaths. 

Nothing but symbiotic parasites

The different flavors

Of the same brand

Conspiring together

To plunder and kill. 

Bleeding off

And bleeding together

Gorging themselves

On the blood of innocents.

The cord is pulled

And now we see  

The face of evil

Cornered, desperate, and angry. 

We can try

And we can act

But only God can save

Who it is that asks. 

Dead hand

Dead Hand                                                6/22/2016 

Some people gamble

And some people swindle

Each one playing a game

The same as it always was. 

Too good for the lifting

And too clever for the truth

But sleight of hand

And a sheepish grin.

Many are dead

By wolves in sheep’s clothing

Devoured in one bite

Mouths open in horror.

Amoral and shallow

They work in the dark

A body without a soul

And a demon

In disguise. 

What is empty

Will be filled

And they are bottomless pits

Unfathomable

And unknowable. 

Operating from a place

Shrouded in the dark

A deep abyss

Pulling us in. 

Relentless and deceitful

They never give in

And never give up

Always looking

And probing.

Looking for something

Or anything

Any opening

To exploit

And plunder.

Never missing a beat

And always counting the odds

The ace of spades

Running through the tables.

Cunning and shrewd

They think that they are clever

Well practiced in the art

Of thievery and lying. 

Carefully weaving a tapestry

Just to get what they want

A masterpiece of deception

For sport and profit.

But nothing is forever

And even the heartless

Must cease to breathe

As the clock ticks down

All the way to zero.    

They gamble with eternity

And in that wager

The death card will fall

Gone forever

And never missed at all.

Side Saddle

Side Saddle                           6/21/2016

Tick Tock Zero
The gears move the hand
All eyes upwards
And into our head.

Inside, outside

Over and done

Living in a bubble

Tilted and spun.  

 

Its good looking out

But a terror to see

That life means nothing

If its you 

Or if its me.    

The true believers try

To get what they can. 

Ambitious for money 

And power.      

 

Fed bits of carrot

And poked with a stick

We are taught to obey

And learn how to lie. 

A few control it all

And herd us like sheep

Controlled by submission

And killed by hate. 

Barraged by propaganda

That is barely disguised 

The strongest are diluted

And marginalized. 

 

Herded in circles

Until they drop and die

The millions who lived

Piled deep

And piled high. 

 Brick and mortar

Steel and glass

The world is built

And then destroyed.

 All for money

And all for control

With war for profit

And murder for fun.  

 

The locusts invade 

And then they devour

Mere tools to be used

And discarded.

But good are bled

And their loyalty abused

Primed to kill each other

Before they learn

Or question.       

To cynical to try
And too tired to care
Worn down and dumb
The good before the zero.