Fish Fry

Fish Fry                 10/31/2017

Inside out

Deadside and down

Sunken under

Lost and found. 

Voices are muffled

When filtered through water

Distant as time

Frozen below. 

I see them

And they see me

Years ago

And far away. 

The secrets remain

But closer they come

Revealed by the dots

In the deepest brain. 

We knew it

When we saw it

And there is no going back

The hidden link

Shinning in the dark.  

Like a silver fish

Flopping on the sand

All that we missed

The first time around. 

The connection is made

And then we know

All that we had missed

Half a life

In the dark.

It is then

That we look backwards

And gaze across memories

At last able to grasp

Every single lie. 

Long ago

Primed and loaded

The end game

Is played out

Dark and horrific.

But even now

They tremble in fear

That the hearts of the good

Have begun to stir.

A long time coming

The terrible truth

Deduced through logic

And decades

Of deception. 

Filtered through

Instinctual patience

And long tolerated

Well past due. 

Simmering beneath

The surface

As long as there was doubt

The horrific intentions

Of evil men. 

All masks have fallen

And now we see

The obvious plan

Dead level simple

Straight through the heart.

Their time is coming

And now they know it to

Desperately clinging

To the same old lies.

See them now

Resort to hatred

Exploding into violence

And ridiculous slander. 

Not yet complete

But closer every day

When light overcomes darkness

In a single

Glorious hour.

Come quickly

As quiet as a thief

Lest even the evil

See and escape. 

Twice dead

By truth and action

The hidden revealed

Final and certain. 

Curtain Call

Curtain Call                10/26/2017

Sometimes you win

And sometimes

You are losing

But there has never been

A better time

For living and for choosing. 

Outside our window

Everything is there

Visible to anyone

Who opens their eyes. 

In the darkness

We did not know

And much has been hidden

From you

And from me.

A few phone calls away

The wall of silence

Led the way

Controlling everything

We saw

And heard. 

But who among us

Ever bothered to see

The reality in our streets

Then and now. 

The curtain is torn

And now we can see

The men with the levers

Exposed at last

And ever more desperate.

Should have known

All along

As obvious as the sun

One decade

After another. 

Strung along

By a suicidal cabal

Hell bent for destruction

Doubled up

And doubled down. 

And how many

Were ruined

Along the way

Vilified and voiceless

Covered up

And covered over. 

Lost to time

And hidden in the past

The great unspoken

That no one

Dare shall speak. 

And what of

The lost?

Those who did the work

And built the world

Gone in an instant

And forgotten. 

Choose them

And keep

The fire burning

Standing in remembrance

To those who came

And are not. 

Beyond the veil

We live by appearance

Playing out a game

Unable to see

The source

Or the code.

Nothing hidden

And no longer

In doubt

The times

Of all times

To seek

And know. 

The wind blows

Through the window

Flung open for a time

We cannot determine. 

But here it is

For you and for me

The truth of sunlight

For all who yet

May know and see. 

Single File

Single File               10/16/2017

Single file

Through the trail

Lost in the silence

And Piedmont splendor. 

Over and around

We meandered through

Around the lake

Thick with trees

And mystery. 

Mostly green

And sprinkled

With gold

The leafy canopy

Dripping with dew. 

Hanging in the air

Are my thoughts

One foot

In front of the other

And lost in dreams.

A small wisp of time

Nothing but a vapor

Gone before you know it

Endlessly flowing
Over our heads

And under our feet. 

At campsite

We gathered

Round the fire

Laughing and listening

To time honored

Lore.

Of passages made

And experiences gained

The oaths of those

Who came before

Passed on

One to another. 

The words of the poets

Stirred in each

Blood and sinew

As we sat on logs

Watching embers

Rise and fall. 

Another weekend come

And another day down

Deep in thought

Adrift in the world. 

Anger and heartbreak

Frustration and despair

All of it happens

Together or alone.

But we have this

And we have the word

Springing forth

From parts unseen

And unheard. 

Sideline

Sideline                 10/5/2017

It’s not enough

And it never will be

Truth hidden

And poorly disguised. 

The good murdered

And evil excused

All of it obvious

And delivered on cue. 

Creating crises

With predetermined solutions

All pointing the same direction

Ever tightening the grip

On you and also me. 

Hidden and protected

They remain

Above and immune

Hiding in their castles

Smug and condescending. 

Feeding all their parasites

Off our carcass

The many and the dumb

Breeding like disease. 

And woe to any

That dare speak

The truth

That it is us

Who are the hated

Ugly, dumb

And violent

The cowardly fake heroes

Worshipped over nothing

Nothing at all.

Soon to be gone

And no doubt forgotten

Savaging the hands that fed them

Over and over again. 

The truth is coming

And it is coming soon

Sooner than they think

Sudden and complete. 

And all that was hidden

And all that was fake

Each and every fraud

And each and every hoax. 

All of us accountable

For what we really deserve

And all of us forgiven

Or doubly condemned. 

Watch them now

All fall apart

Exposed for what

They always were

Snakes in the grass. 

Stomped at last

When the world falls apart

Off script

And off the plan. 

When all the planning

And all the plotting

Turns to dust

Blown away in an instant

Total and complete. 

So let them all go on

And gnash their teeth

Always blaming others

For what they themselves

Have done. 

The voiceless shall rise

And so also the murdered

The truly strong

And the truly gifted. 

The real king

Shall yet come

All shall kneel

The worthy

And the dumb. 

Punchy

Punchy      10/5/2017

Let the slack fall

Running deep

And running long

Exposing all

And swallowed down. 

Straight as a razor

The truth is a straight line

Held in the hand of evil men

Cutting in

And cutting off. 

As predictable as the sun

The blame and the cure

Always pointing back

To what they want

Nothing but sheep

Led by the nose

Never looking up

To see

And know. 

Doubled down

And tripled over

The stakes are raised

Higher and higher.

Emboldened by the silence

Evil men conspire

Anything to win

In a cataclysm of fire. 

Beastly predators

Always crouch in the brush

Sprinting up

From behind

And below. 

Killing the unsuspecting

Unprepared

And undefended

Fill with hate

And bottomless cruelty. 

Fake heroes

And fake glory

Elevated on purpose

Violent and dumb. 

Turn them off

And watch you back

Opening your eyes

To the truth

Behind the glass. 

Always ugly

And always jealous

Burning with hatred

Allowed to win

Over and over again.

Red October

A hundred years or more

A coalescence of beasts

Joined by

A mutual contempt.

But the power of lies

Is already fading

Because no one believes

What they know

Is not true. 

The time is nigh

And the door knob rattles

Not a minute too soon

For the good

And the damned.