Needle Nose

Needle Nose    9/28/2017

Up and over

Around and down

We have gone

Into a rabbit hole

Where up is down

And down is up. 

Long ago lost

And long ago duped

We reel from tragedy

To tragedy

Unaware and asleep. 

We can believe

Or we can doubt

But if all of it,

Is a lie

Than nothing is true.

While we were staring

The rug was pulled out

Fleeced to the bone

With nothing left to show. 

And while we were shocked

The purpose is revealed

The solution to the problem

Decided in advance. 

Sometimes we conspire

And sometimes we don’t

But what if it never happened

And all of it

Was fake. 

Sitting in our seats

We watch the events unfold

Nothing but a carefully scripted movie

Right in front of our face. 

Chasing after theories

We are entranced by fire

Hung out for us to see

Half truths

And obvious lies. 

But in the blackest night

The laws are passed

Unopposed suicides

For everything we love. 

Caught halfway

We never see the end

Always off balance

And always

Unprepared. 

Far worse than we think

The deeds were done

On our heads

And on our dime

Amused and manipulated

Every day

In every way. 

Slowly conditioned

To accept the noose

Tighter and tighter

Weaker and weaker. 

Changing names

And changing faces

All in day

Without consultation

And without debate. 

Look up

And wait

As the days pass by

Another one down

And closer

Than before.   

Haystack

Off the Grid                           9/26/2017

Dead before you know it

And dead before you down

Murdered in the spirit

And scattered on the ground.

Once you feel it

The deed is mostly done

That sinking in the stomach

Unprepared and dumb.

Should have seen it coming

And should have seen the signs

The least threatening person

Strangely needy

And strangely close.

Deep down you will know

And when you feel it

Run like hell

For better it is to live

Than die for doubt.

Heed the call

And listen

To your instincts

The voice calling out

In the back

Of your brain. 

You can either

Stand up

Or crawl on your belly

Unafraid of truth

No matter what.

Now more than ever

Some will grow

And many

Will beg. 

Courageous men

Sift through the lies

Endless searching

For reality

And truth.

Rising up

And standing fast

Anything but a beast

That pees in the grass.

Gone in a day

Is he who surrenders

Less than a worm

Without honor

Or love.

But blessed is he

Who searches

And learns

Through observation

And experience.  

Open your eyes

And search it through

Better done now

For what is right 

And what is true.  

Sink or Swim

Sunken            9/14/2017

It’s not the kind of thing

That you seek

And it’s not the kind of life

You could earn. 

Stuck in a gray maze

In a tall gray building

Sunk in

And sunk down. 

Burdened by the hours

That all add up

To nothing

Pointlessly tracking

Useless procedures.

Decades come

And decades go

Always growing
Layer after layer. 

Alone in a tower

Built upon sand

With nothing

To hold us up

But normalcy

And lethargy.

The center holds

Like it always does

Long ago off course

Carried by the current

Of dissolution

And doom. 

Each and every

Person a cog

Dependent upon a lie

That all men are good

Just as they are. 

Swallowing ever speculation

Offered as a fact

Surrendering all pretense

Of objectivity

And ethics. 

Forming into lines

We file through the doors

Staring at blanks walls

Of willful omission. 

Reduced to nothing

But pigs at the trough

Snout down

Dumb and dead.

Diminished and diluted

The herd is slaughtered

At will

Unknowing and unaware

Foolish, fat, and fair. 

Look up

And look around

Now or never

Head up

Or head down.

Downer Downer

Downer                                9/7/2017

There is poison

In the well

And poison

In the clouds.

Why would anyone

You ask

So conspire

But only the evil

And the fallen.    

To lull us to sleep

As we pass through

The chute

On our way

To the slaughter. 

Docile, dumb

And virtuous

Willing sacrifices

To suicide.

All memory erased

The freedom

To choose

And live.

Lie upon lie

We are spoon fed

Death

Lest we awaken

And see the future.    

The world

And all its power

Shudders at the thought

That we might

Yet see

And know. 

Rising up

And busting loose

Destroying the falsehood

For once

And for all.

Many have died

Without ever knowing

Led by the nose

And cut up

For meat. 

Served up

To the parasites

Fresh blood and all

The sacrificial offering

To hell. 

I did not know

To be worried

And I did not expect

The hands under the table

And the knife

In my back. 

Cut off

And cut down

Like so many others

Gone in a day. 

There is no way out

But through

And no way through

But survival. 

All that was

Remains

Surviving in the few

The fathers

And the sons.

Arcing backwards

All those who tried

Leaning into the plow

Until they dropped

And died.

In the beginning

So also now

The good diluted

And murdered. 

See it now

Written in blood

The signs of the times

At first a trickle

And then a flood.

Come quickly Lord

And hasten the end

Crushing the kingdoms

Of arrogance

And evil.  

Your sword is true

And your judgment complete

Choosing the time

In the blink of an eye.

Photograph

Photograph                          9/6/2017

Another ring

Around the rosy

Another day

And another night.

Flowers and ashes

We dance

And we dream

Alone in our sleep

Empty and dead.

Once you see it

There is no turning back

What they want for you

And what they want for me.

What kind of evil?

Refuses to protect

Those who came before

And those yet unborn.

And what kind

Of cruelty is worse?

Than those

Who betray their own

And hate their memory.

Before persecution

There is replacement

And before genocide

The murdered are always

Disarmed. 

I have seen them also

Pray for our death

Watering at the mouth

For the distant day

To come. 

Jealous, hateful

Envious and savage

Killing off the vulnerable

Every chance they get. 

But what is worse?

In this land of ashes

Than those who enable

And lie. 

Hiding the truth

And smudging the facts

Skewing the counts

And rigging the match. 

Our pockets our empty

But our hearts are burning

Just waiting for something

Or anything at all.

He who knows the past

Has also read the words

The beginning

And also the end. 

We have always been

The hated

And we have always been

The murdered. 

The same then

As it is now

Buy even now

Our witness speaks

Undefeated

And alive. 

The few shall win

Just as before

Just as was written

The beginning

And the end. 

Watch them hate

And watch them thrash

Spewing, spitting

Disgusting and vile. 

Not long

Is their day of death

And never will they be able

To do what they want. 

Gone in an instant

The hour shall pass

When the many fall

And the few

Rejoice!