Deeper

Deeper           1/11/2018

Tick tock

Drip drop

Under the water

And out of sight.

The hidden truth

Punching out pinholes

Almost unnoticeable  

In the dark dead of lies. 

Needles in space

Hidden from view

All but for those who search

And seek.    

But the dead cannot see

And the dark do not listen

Shallow, soulless

And willfully blind. 

A false faith

In man

And death

The foolish followers

Of oblivion. 

Embracing evil

And savaging the good

All of it for favor

And false approval. 

Trading away

The most priceless treasure

All of it for something

Gone in an hour. 

Heads on a pedestal

Untouchable and shallow

Looking through

And looking down

Arrogant, hateful,

Dumb and dead.

Installed

And promoted

Positioned and excused

The fake achievers lauded

Over nothing at all. 

Plumed with baubles

They prancing like peacocks

In love with how they speak

Practiced and fake.    

Overgrown

And overfed

Full of themselves

Predictable and dead. 

Leadership material

For the managerial elite

Clamoring for something

That was never real at all. 

Let the light

Come forth

And shatter the darkness

At once and forever

Eternal and true. 

Freeland

Freeland                1/4/2018

Once I felt human

But now I am a rag

Less than a worm

Crawling over glass.

It didn’t happen overnight

That I was discarded

Excluded by degrees

And shoved out the door.

Traded away

For temporary convenience

And kicked down the path

Of least resistance.

Indifferently dismissed

Out of familiarity

For all purposes

Forgotten Posts

And estranged.  

Switched off like a light

And crossed off the page

In a single solitary flourish

Totally erased

Like I never lived at all.

Stained on my forehead

And indelibly marked

Like an unwanted heap

Of odious refuse.

I tried to scrub it off

But I could never shed

This suit of skin

Weighed, measured

And dismissed out of hand. 

Time streams endlessly

Though the numberless hours

As we inch forward

One foot in front of the other.

Wounds heal

And scars fade

But regardless of distance

The shame endures

And always remains. 

Instantly recalled

By the smallest

Of happenstances

The humiliation of rejection

Sharp and painful. 

Unforgettable the loss

Total and catastrophic

The destruction of worlds

That we once knew. 

So what are we to do

With feelings such as this?

Awkward, painful

Jagged and raw.

For me

It took a long time

To fully grasp and know

That I had to turn it over

The other way around. 

To pick it all up

And turn it in

To something else

The indomitable courage

To grow. 

If you have lost everything

Then now you are free

Free to do anything

Regardless of threat

Or punishment. 

Free to speak the truth

And free to walk away

Leaving evil to its nature

Drowning in blood. 

Shout it loud

Without equivocation

Unafraid

And unashamed. 

Anything is possible

For the courageous

And the few

If they are willing to stand

For what is right

And what is true. 

Dazed and Deluded Version 2.0

Dazed and Deluded    1/3/2018

Too dumb

To save their lives

I pray for them

In the midnight hours.

Glued to the screen

They eat

What they are given

Never looking deeper

To find

Or to know.   

If the world hates you

Then you must know why

Closer than ever

Over the target

Dead level down. 

Head down

In the trough

They slurp it up

Without question

Or courage. 

Unable to see

The scimitar

Over their heads

With hate in their hearts

And willing to kill. 

They lap it up

And then spew it out

The birds of a feather

Crying out foolish deceptions

And false virtue. 

I have prayed

Day and night

That they also might awaken

And they also

Might see. 

The bigger the lie

The more they swallow

Speaking without thinking

Doubled down

And doubled over. 

But the truth is all around

Just outside our window

Right here

And right now. 

But blind is the damned

Fumbling through life

Following the herd

All the way over

And all the way down. 

Still I try

And still I pray

For now is a time for choosing

Who it is

We believe. 

They can hate all day

But as for me

I have made my choice

Alone or together

Faithful and free. 

New Blood

New Blood            1/3/2018

It’s hard to believe

Yet none the less true

That many are lost

And saved by a few. 

Twisting slowly

By all their good intentions

The useless cowards

Struggling to please. 

An impossible task

And doomed to fail

The whistling fools

Skipping past a graveyard.

Used until the end

And cut off

At the throat

The lukewarm friends

Sitting on the fence. 

Falling all over themselves

And caving in to lies

The path of least resistance

And mediocre promotion.    

There is no doubt

And there is no mystery

What many want

Deep in their heart.

I also, have felt it

Pass through my bones

The visceral hatred

And bestial rage.

It will not be

The first time

But it could be

The last

That the good

Have laid down and died.   

They should

Have seen it coming

But they would rather

Believe in lies

That death is what they deserve

Over nothing at all.

Eyes closed

Mouth shut

They Parrot

What they hear

The unsuspecting slaughtered

Mild, meek, and dumb.

But nothing lasts forever

No, not even this

Rotten to the core

With fraud

And corruption.    

Gone in only an hour

Many shall wail

And cry on their knees

Faces contorted with fear

And shame. 

It was all a lie

The biggest lie of all

Told and retold a million times

But still

And always a lie. 

Go off script

And take the truth

In your hands

Knowing what it is

And what it is not. 

Gone away

And left to rot

Cut loose

And cut off. 

Turn it off

And go away

As far as you can

Closer to truth

And closer to God.