Thursday, November 21, 2019

Malice

Malice     11/21/2019


It took a long time
A many journeys
Around that
Burning orb
That even when we lose
And we can still
Win it all.  

I thought that
If I wasn’t angry
Then I was
Part of the problem
And that if I was silent
I had surrendered. 

But what good
Is anger
When it is something
You cannot change
And what good is complaining
To the innocent, you love. 

Some may get
A second chance
And some get soo many
They end up
Killing themselves. 

But me
I was cut off
And I was let go
Tumbling forever
Down the deepest
Dark.

Forgotten and alone
Like I had never
Lived at all
Birthdays and holidays
Buried in the past. 

A ghost
To be mocked
And cruelly
Ridiculed. 

I do not know
What is worse
Is it sin
Or is it cruelty?

God forgives
Sins
But will he forgive
Those who mock
The people
They have injured. 

Out of sight
And out of mind
The hollowed out
Dreams
And mummified body. 

Left for dead
And drained
Of blood
Every single ounce
For someone else’s
Pleasure. 

Who could see
And who can hear
What it feels like
To live
Shunned and rejected. 

Evil men
Ride high
In the sky
Lording it over
The beaten
And the wounded. 

Laughing and mocking
Reminding and hurting
Dangling their winnings
Right before their eyes. 

Who could bear
To forgive such
Arrogance
And who could
Excuse such soulless
Evil?

They hide hands
And lie, lie, lie
For each offense
And excuse
They deny deny
And deny. 

A reckoning is coming
And on that day
Everything will change
The world turned right side up
After being
Upside down. 

On that day
They will run
And hide their faces
In any hole
That they can find. 

In caves and crack
Among the crags
And crevices
Clinging to the dark
However they can. 

But there is nothing
So well hidden
That it will not be discovered
Each and every lie
And every single deed. 

Brought up
And drug out
Exposed for the world
The unspeakable
Evil.  

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Plain as Day

Plain as Day              11/20/2019


Deep in the dark
They set their stories straight
All of it about nothing
Set, stage, and show.   

Sons of the first accuser
They seek to usurp
And supplant
By murder and mayhem
Determined to destroy. 

Spending their fury
Spawned of jealousy
And hate
The treasonous viper
And treacherous snake. 

Twisted truth
And innuendo
The bigger the lie
The louder they scream.

Paid to lie
And dependent
On graft
Selling us out
For fun and profit.  

The enemies
Of freedom
Exposed for all
Advocating oppression
And eventual genocide. 

But the conduits
Are closing
And with them
The goods, the cash
And the people. 

No longer for sale
And no longer provided
The rope to hang us all
Cut off
And cut short. 

Watch them frenzy
As they feed off each other
No longer supplied
With blood
And death. 

Flailing about
In feverish desperation
Leveraging every threat
With extreme intimidation. 

Eyes bulging with hatred
And saliva dripping
From their teeth
Barely able to contain
Their mania
And their rage. 

But God never said
That Satan had a chance
The end from the beginning
Boastful and dead. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Red Feet


 Red Feet                                      11/19/2019

All men
Prefer comfort
And all men
Prefer ease.

And who
Doesn’t love
A Saturday afternoon
Basking under
The jubilant sun. 

Strolling down
The sidewalks
Beside the spacious
Avenues. 

Sipping coffee
And window shopping
Brisk in the breeze
Without a care
In the world. 

Sailing along
High above the waves
Many wager
Wads of cash. 

Calculating the odds
The love the thrill
Of winning
Always scheming
To get what is theirs. 

But it is also true
That some men
Have no shame
And some
Have no souls. 

Further and further
Away they can no longer
Hear the still small voice
Or see the sudden foreboding.

Let out on a string
To dive as deep
As they can
Unaware of the hook
Swallowed in their gut.  . 

They go on
And they go on
Always a step ahead
Lying their way out
Again and again. 

But some day
Their foot will slip
And they will fall
Suddenly stumbling
All the way down. 

Without anyone to help
And anyone to enable
Caught in the trap
They themselves have set. 

Sudden spectacular
Complete and final
Never again to rise
Steal or lie.  

Death to those
Who cannot see
The broad path
That leads to hell. 

Trodden on the heads
Of those they have abused
Crushed by cruelty
And thirsting
For revenge.