I - Of The Beast

Macabre reactions at parallel crossroads
Infect your mind with disease,
Shallow waves with tide reversing
Flutter in the fetid breeze.
The crooning moon sings to the night
Stars listen intently,
A glowing ash falls through the sky
Sight is gone completely.
Crooked trees with dead skin falling
Turn and face due west,
An evil beast with red eyes blazing
Rides a boiling crest.

Playing Hooky

How do true believers? Just in case anyone is wondering, that little tag line was ripped off from Stan Lee’s Soapbox, as anyone that used to read Marvel comics can tell you.

Well as regular readers may know I have been extremely busy lately and now I seem to be a bit under the weather with a cold. So over the next few days I will be posting one of my older compilation works because my mind is mush at the moment. I noticed long ago that certain poems I’ve written at different times in my life seem to have a connection, and so it was only logical to combine them into one story. And as luck would have it, while I was lying in bed resting yesterday I caught a whole blasted in depth series concerning the End Times written of in Revelation. I did have a very religious upbringing as a child, but since have wallowed in spiritual apathy, trying to figure things out for myself. Needless to say I haven’t been very successful.

At any rate, I present to you the one, the only – Apocalypse Trilogy.

Possibility

We make a choice
to use our voice
for dismal drool
or to rejoice

a moment gained
with hope maintained
to face the cruel
and unexplained.

Just Desserts

You spoiled the tart
with too much dough
and not enough attention;
now off the cart
you wish long ago
you had exercised prevention.

Parent Trap

We dress them and tell them
just what they should say
then watch them move out
to cavort as they may
expressing their concepts
as best as they can
while we sit, expectant
resigned to our pen.

Stuck in Neutral

I can’t be moved
from here to there,
or reproved—
I just don’t care.

Treed

The growth this year is dense and tall
from here it seems no man at all
had ever raped the virgin land
until, in shafts, a grayish pall
ascends

with calloused hands we wield the axe
obliterating vital tracts
so steel horizons can expand
to crush the world until it cracks
and ends.

Jam This!

Extremely enraged
creatively caged
rehearse your rebuke
strategically staged
slams from the slums
drama and drums
pay per view puke
condescending as it comes.

Reasoning Rhyme

I pondered what may cause my mind
to manufacture verse
with passion my obscurity
could never quite disperse
especially considering
existence is so terse,
but then I shrug and laugh, aware
that things could be much worse.

φ

The spiral of a shell reveals an axiom worth teaching
that flickers through the grasp of those intent on over reaching,
for misconceptions baffle them, beleaguered by distortion
unmindful of the splendor when all things are in proportion.

Tinkering

I wondered what component I could change
to make my life less prone to breaking down,
which configuration to arrange
that fuels momentum, even when I frown
and almost never winds up on the fritz
to minimize my time within the pits.

High?

Obliteration purchased in a little plastic bag
doling out destruction pinch by pinch
you hit a lower point with every self-indulgent drag
dreamily relinquishing each inch.

Clink

Look at all the guinea pigs
in their posh suburban digs
and even clustered mobile rigs

performing for their pellet food
in many shapes and multi-hued
that alters any drastic mood.

Distended cheeks frame darting eyes
that seek the council of the wise
to earn another coated prize

in order to suppress their rage
or make depression disengage
to keep a happy, healthy cage.

Tackle

Casting lines, so many lines
without the rubber booties
flinging bait so someone dines
neglecting pointless duties.

Lacking my bestudded vest
but trolling for the proper
type of pliant colored test
to help me land a whopper.

Angling in the current tide
to populate my strophe
with lively stock identified
as worthy of a trophy.

Swiped

Faster, faster
who’s the master?
Scan your card
or face disaster.

Hurry, hurry
strive to scurry
seeing’s hard
when things are blurry.

Swallow, swallow
all the shallow
ads that lard
the cult of hollow.

Enlightenment

I saw a rainbow arcing bright
each color so distinct
they fostered such intense delight
it caused me to rethink
this dismal self-directed hate
which always seems to radiate
a flame towards which I gravitate.

Although the sky was roiling black
I knew a lucent ray
would soon repel the fierce attack
by entering the fray
and wrapping up this futile war
but first, I headed for the door
because it really started to pour!

Declaration

We gather to commemorate the day
intrinsic rights were boldly ratified
enabling such warm festivities

the band was paid to loudly play
as awestruck watchers sighed
beneath a sky alive with bright decrees.

No Whey

A monumental task
that would weaken most knees
but now he can bask
after cutting this cheese.

Snap

Behind the neatly trimmed facades
there’s squalor and unrest
a workday widow blankly plods
about her crooked nest
as Doctor Phil extols his truth
and MTV sedates the youth.

Outside among the structured rows
dysfunction dominates
the minds of those that watch their shows
and always close their gates
around a troubled tract
to keep the cover shot intact.