Zombie Club

Zombie Club                   1/31/2017

Gnashing teeth

And bulging eyes

The brutalizing mob

Unhinged

And unleashed.

Long coddled

And overly indulged

The children of ignorance

And pathological delusion.

Raised on emptiness

And numberless lies

Heavy handed propaganda

The self-loathing fools

Shake, scream and cry.

Slipping into

Where they always were

And wishing us death

For you and me. 

Can a people grow?

Out of doubt

And out of fear

Free to survive

Or doomed to die.   

They who clutch their pearls

At the audacity of a spine

Preferring suicide

To wisdom

And slavery to redemption. 

Assaulting the good

Over the crime of defense

Those who would dare

Protect their progeny. 

But it is they

Who prefer disenfranchisement

And certain persecution

All for who we are

Either way around. 

Cut them off

And cut them loose

Empty headed

And remorseless. 

Falling down

And falling away

Free to fail

True to size

And true to scale. 

Refuge

The Sanctuary         1/26/2017

Some will never see

Because they hate the truth

More loyal to hate

Than integrity.

Nothing but a vacuum

Giving only to get

Lying every day

And plotting every night.

Selling their souls

For money and power

The evil and the dead

Rotten and corrupt

Over spent

And over fed.

Anything to win

And anything to steal

The shallow ciphers

Taking all they can. 

Selling us out
In exchange for power

Small men

Without a soul. 

Laughing in their castles

Protected and secure

They look the other way

While we suffer

And die. 

Open your eyes

And see the killers rage

All who harbor true hatred

Full of accusations

And obvious lies. 

Unable to see

The log in their eyes

Deluded by pride

And tribal narcissism.

I put on my white hat

And now I take my place

Standing in the gap

Even when it hurts

And even under attack. 

Fools lash out

Because that is all they do

Unable to argue

Much less prove. 

Protecting murderers

And harboring rapists

The enemy within

Jealous, hateful

Limited and dumb.  

Look to the sides

And look over your shoulder

Always ready

And always awake. 

Not Forgotten

Not Forgotten                              1/25/2017

It is often that I think

What makes us

Who we are

The soul or the spirit

Chance or DNA.

My mother

And my father

Did everything they could

Loving and kind

Patient and generous. 

Was it them

Or is it me

That makes me see

And understand.

Both of them

Were orphans

Tempered by depression

And war. 

Yet somehow

They knew

How to give

And receive.

Loving me enough

To try

Giving me

The best they could

While they could.

Selfless

And sacrificial

They gave me

Their all. 

Never able

To truly enjoy

All that they worked for

Decade after decade. 

We quit

And we run

At the first signs

Of hardship.

The spoiled progeny

Of those who worked

And those who tried

Without any help

Until they died. 

Today they are gone

But they will never

Be forgotten

Lifting me upon their shoulders

High above the world. 

Yet many are those

Who mock with glee

The passing of the generations

Who conquered the world.

Seething with hatred

And barely veiled jealousy

Hissing and spitting

Vulgar and vile. 

Always blaming others

But never questioning themselves

The fools of the end

Marching forward

Straight off a cliff. 

Violently assaulting

And viciously accusing

Ever more childish

And ever more crude. 

Let them go

And wallow in their hate

Drowning in their bile

Finished, forgotten

And fake.  

Solitude

Solitude            1/24/2017

Hard and fast

Slow and sure

The inevitable conclusion

Come what may. 

Some may plot

And some may conspire

Down the road

Or up the chain.

Setting traps

And making plans

Evil men

And perilous times.

But the wise man

Knows who to ask

And a good man

Remains

Three steps ahead.

Surrounding himself

With wise counsel

Deliberate and methodical

Seasoned and strong. 

Absorbing the blows

Determined and resolute

Patiently waiting

For the right time to act.

Extraordinary times

Make for extraordinary people

Someone or anyone

To stand in the gap.   

But history is littered

With the blood of the good

Because of fear

And doubt.

Left in the lurch

The one against the many

Exposed for lack of help

And the cowardice of fools. 

He who has courage

Let him now arise

Backing up the few

Risking all they have. 

Friday Afternoon

 Friday Afternoon         1/23/2017

Inside the ramparts

The fight truly begins

Hearts pounding

And bayonets fixed.

All doubt

And fear overcome

Because it’s now or never

Live or die.

It’s been a long time

Since I first awoke

But now we cannot sleep

Even one minute more.

There are some

Who will just never learn

Fools to the end

And slain in their sleep.

Unable to see

The obvious truth

Everywhere you look

The dark and menacing hatred

Hiding in every corner.

Savaging the hand

That feeds them

And hissing at the good

Never knowing

Or understanding.

Unable to accept

Let alone give

The love of the father

Given for his sheep.

It has been a long journey

Since the day

I first knew

That many prefer suicide

To reality

And truth.

Stewing in their juice

And spiting with contempt

Brainwashed tools          

Of division and hate.

Assaulting the good

Any way they can

Killing like a cancer

Festering in the gut.

But for us

The challenge is here

Fearless at last

Charging forward

Into the teeth.

Not guilty

And not ashamed

For all that we love

And all that we are.