Flood Warning

Flood Warning           12/22/2016

This is the night of nines

Eight floors below

As we stroll through

The garden of beasts

In and out the door. 

Sliding in

And sliding down

Closer and closer

To zero. 

Tied up and tied off

The loose ends

Are run down

Or suicided.

Convenient and silent

The truth is subverted

Dormant for another day

And another night.  

Dispersed in every direction

The evil army sleeps

Scatted, and splintered

Impossible to track

And Hard to find.

All of it on purpose

The trickle

Becomes a flood

The hands of complicity

Dripping with blood. 

All of it predictable

And all of it paid for

The same as it always was

A long time ago.

The roots are hated

But the tree is murder

All based on a lie

And the poisonous fruit

Of death. 

See it blossom

And see it bloom

Three minutes till midnight

Terror, deception, and doom. 

Doublethink

Double think     12/21/2016

By the tiniest of margins

We have survived

Escaping more than we know

Dead in the ground. 

Deep down

All of them knew

But they doubted themselves

Into the grave. 

Second guessing

And double minded

They overruled their instincts

Willfully giving in

Trusting and dead.

And all they had to do

Was say no

Keeping their distance

Far away from here. 

Bludgeoned and beaten

Defiled and discarded

The wasted flesh

Of the tragically misguided. 

No one warned them

And no one spoke

As they all whistled

Past the graveyard

On their way to the end. 

Pride kills

And the weakest

Are always vain

Jealous and envious

Murderous and dumb. 

Lashing out

Without reason

And unable to grasp

Or grow.  

Let them dangle

And let them die

Come to the end

Without appeal

Or sympathy. 

Never true

And never worthy

The evil of darkness

Hateful, vile, and empty. 

Serpentine

 Serpentine              12/21/2016

Nothing is enough

But evil carries the day

Unencumbered by conscience

Empty, soulless, and vile. 

Heaping praise upon the killers

And vilifying honest men

The truly abominable

Hateful liar.

A wise man should know

That open doors

Close caskets

As evil sneaks in

Crawling on his belly.

The cages are opened

And now the beasts emerge

Imported and dispersed

On time

And on purpose. 

The cause and effect

Straight as a razor

The intent to destroy

With every action

Or inaction.

The ghost of the future

Stares into our soul

Asking us again and again

What course

We will follow.

Evil does not want

An apology

And evil does not desire

Our repentance

For peace. 

All it wants is death

And all it gives is suffering

Waiting for the good to weaken

So they can murder

And steal. 

Now they come out

And you can see who they are

The face of true hatred

Exposed to daylight

And contorted with rage.

Razor

Razor      12/20/2016

Life goes on

With barely a ripple

Nothing but a silent thought

Lost to time. 

We stare at

A pointless screen

Skimmed over

And never understood. 

She told me

That words have power

And that is also true

Because words are everything

And also nothing. 

Either lost forever

Or nurtured in wounds

The thoughtless damage

Of emotion

Or omission.

We seek to know

But never do

As I still wonder why

And get nothing.

We all know anger

And we all know disappointment

But who can allow

The ambivalence of nothingness.

We are

Who we are

And that much is me

A pitiful waste

Left in the lurch

Naked and dead.

I laughed without knowledge

And let my emotions rule

Unprotected and unguarded

Foolish, dumb and raw. 

Unknowingly judged

And secretly measured

Money over loyalty

And escape over truth.

I did not lie

Not then

And not now

But the liar lives

And liars lie.

I did what I thought was right

But it didn’t matter at all

Overleveraged and undefended

Ripe, fat, and limp. 

They kept me close

And watched my moves

Tracking me

Day and night. 

Calling me up

And calling me friend

All the while envious

And all the while cruel. 

Trading places

In the dark

Under the table

And far away. 

Gaming the tables

For every advantage

The evil of the eye

Shifting small and fake. 

Whispering and lying

Hiding and taking

The busy hands of a thief

In my back pocket.

I did not suspect

That least possible threat

But the greatest of losses

Can come form

The weakest of hands. 

With a cheap malice

And a shallow heart

The unbelievable grief

Sudden and cruel. 

I asked her why

And she cut me in half

The words I cannot forget

Night and day

Day and night. 

We can build up

Or we can tear down

All lined up

Neat and deadly. 

Today I am guarded

And today I am humble

Never again as trusting

And never again as safe.

Straightened and scrubbed

And strangled by debt

Without choice

But to lose.    

Standing alone

I signed what I had

Undefended and cold

Abandoned and sad.

It has been a long road back

And I have not made it yet

But still I remember

And cannot forget. 

Let evil slip

And let evil fall

The proud and the mighty

Brought low. 

Let the words

Condemn with knowledge

Of what, who, and when

The truth more than enough

For everyone to see. 

At the perfect time

And at the perfect place

The liar exposed

To eat them all.   

Winter Passing

Winter Passing                          12/20/2016

I wasn’t supposed

To wake up

And I wasn’t supposed

To rock the boat. 

Born to sleep

And live out my dreams

Dozing in the shallows

Face down 

And dumb.

Unquestioning

And bored to death

A true believer

And empty buyer.

Over burdened

And over spent

Distracted by sparkles

Dangled in my eyes.   

But something happened

And something changed

As tiny as a droplet of water

Falling like a cinder

On top of my head.

Almost imperceptible

The vanishing wisp of vapor

The promise of eternity

Acceptance and faith. 

Falling deep within

and straight to the mark

The inner eye opened

A tinder and a spark.

It was then

That it all began

The long nights journey

Into day.

But we cannot win

Until we lose

Giving up all that was

To take on

What is new. 

It hurt

But waking up

Always does

Bracing and cold

The labor of the day.

The harvest awaits

So let us work

Even though it drains away

And even though

It dissapears. 

The seed is planted

And sacrifice is made

Long ago buried

And rising again.

The fruit is the promise

And now I see the signs
Some of it real
And some of it fake.

Against insurmountable odds

We live

And breathe

Loved eternally

And never forgotten.

Others may sleep

And others may rage

Let them all fall away

In the hour

And in the day.