On the Hoof

If I shout WAKE UP will any creature heed
Or are my protestations just a bleat
Ignored by fellow ovine as they feed?
The lies they gobble down must seem so sweet.

Domesticated chattel seldom fuss
As long as they are herded to believe
That safety is the goal for ‘all of us’
Their sacrificial fate, they can’t conceive

As being real, for those they think they choose
To lead, would never wish them harm,
Proclaiming on the nonsense news
“I love you!”, oozing endless charm

While readying the trains that will arrive
To take the chosen assets to the block--
Those who trade their freedom to survive
Will never hear the ticking of the clock.

Dawning

Some crows fly by the morning star
And then eclipse the moon
Redemption seems so very far
But could be here quite soon

Orion towers, arrow nocked
And eyes them flying low
Yet never shoots, though I’m not shocked
For no one savors crow.

Celestial omens seldom lie
If pupils are alert
But filtered through the mortal eye
Discernment is inert.

Gaslight

Some are yellow, some are white
Others blue, or ‘not-so-bright’
Designed to penetrate the night
When darkness handicaps our sight

But do we ever see what’s true?
(The lack of light should be a clue)
Yet, we do what we’re told to do
By those who live to lie anew.

Lunacy

This ghostly face leapt out at me
A specter in an aqua sea
But I contained the urge to flee,

For once our sun proclaims ‘Good night’
That spook will steal some precious light
Displaying quite a haunting sight

A supernatural type of glow
That makes the shadows long and low
I breathlessly await the show.

Meteoric

I watched the sky get slashed last night
as though some unseen sword
in a cunning onslaught scored
the flesh of heaven in an epic fight
and golden ichor poured

across it’s flank, from west to east
above the battlefield,
and in it’s stead I reeled
(though it wasn’t bothered in the least)
Then, in a FLASH, it healed.

Dispersal

The bees are busy gathering what pollen they can glean
From faded, blossom bearing weeds that yesterday were green
But news received this morning of a dying childhood friend
Reminds me just how rapidly this wondrous life can end
And there beside the brush a milkweed vomits fluffy seeds
That disappear upon the wind much like our earthly deeds.

Campaign

Maroon and gold
Have taken hold
Of the hill with green retreating

The weathered ranks
And withered flanks
Have suffered quite a beating

And soon the chill
Will start to kill
The conquered and the clover

Till limbs stripped bare
Beseech the air
To start the cycle over.

Dark Side

Luna, the Luminous Queen
Seems to be caught in between
Grim Saturn and proud Jupiter
And both are attracted to her.

The rest of the stars gather round
And wager to which she’ll be bound
But she saunters by, still alone
You can’t move a heart made of stone.

Woefully

Just because you don’t believe
Doesn’t mean it isn’t so
It simply means you’re ignorant
And have no wish to know
But your denial isn’t helping
Those of us that seek
A better world without
The exploitation of the meek.

Not Buying It

Discounting despair
Abused by the blare
Of propaganda designed to produce a good scare
I checkout nonplussed
My yap firmly trussed
A patronized patron stocked up on disgust.

Discernment

So many different shades of green
Routinely seem to go unseen
By those who see a single hue
I know I don’t, do you?

And yes, sometimes the sky can be
A breadth of blues if you ask me
Though many see a monotone--
I guess they’re blind to some degree.

Beyond the realm of mortal spheres
Are mysteries that still defy
Our probes; well here’s to hoping I
Perceive the truth when it appears.

Empath Epitaph

He cared so much it hurt him
In ways he didn’t know
His friends would all desert him
Their loyalty a show

He sought a life of solitude
When possible you see
For he was often misconstrued
Which led to misery

He lived his days in agony
Absorbing other’s rue
Until the final tragedy
A heart that broke in two

So if you are a passersby
Of this worn down stone
And feel the urge to heal, then try
Or die unloved, alone.

The Order

I’ll probably be cancelled as the cleansing ensues
And I doubt there are many upset with the news
All I’ve ever pushed for is freedom of thought
But they only want those who are easily bought

If my words disappear don’t believe it was me
I left them right here for the future to see
It was those who feel they are ordained to control
Your every last move until dropped in your hole.

Shut Down

Again we’ve been fooled
Irresponsibly ruled
Completely coerced
To respect the reversed
And illogical lines
The symbols and signs
Elitists employ
As they tinker and toy
With the world we perceive
So never believe
The news for you see
They fuel fallacy.

Kind

What kind of monster am I?
indifferent when innocents die
What kind of world have we built?
death on demand free of guilt
What kind of person are you?
destroying because you’re told to
How kind can everyone be?
deny their deception and see

Follow?

We are led by evil to tread the path
Of selfish greed and mindless wrath
When we should seek as guide instead
A shepherd with a heart well fed,

For we must hazard bleak terrain
And intermittent spots of pain
Before our eyes (if blessed to see)
Behold sublime eternity.

This journey surely takes its toll
Be mindful of each fellow soul
For when you help the sick or lame
It feeds redemptions hungry flame.

Truth Bomb

Programmed from birth
To contemplate worth
In terms of ones capacity
To pad another’s girth

Instead, we should
(as any sane person would)
Put value on veracity.
If only the connivers could.

Eleventh

I can’t believe how much you’ve grown
And the resilience you have shown
When life gets tough I know you’ll be just fine

You’re bound to touch a lot of hearts
With your humor and those smarts
And I hope you know how much you helped heal mine.

Show's Over

The summoning box is silent
So I can actually hear my sigh
And not the stream of violent
Vitriol it tends to ply
If only haughty thespians were made
To act as nice as those they have portrayed.