Writer’s block
Hard as rock
My brain seems covered
By a smock
Wait up you!
Something’s coming through
Hope its not
Some hullabaloo
Oh snaps!
Damn Iran!
How About Uncle Sam!
When The Hell
Is He Getting Out of
Afghanistan!
WRITERS BLOCK
FUNNY THIS THING CALLED MONEY
Funny
This thing called Money
When filled with pockets deep
Can make some men
Ignore their friend
Mixing conceit
Concealed with deceit
Don’t forget your receipt
Funny this thing called Money
Makes bankers gamble
Like it was the Wild Wild West
One for me
None for all
As I build up my treasure chest
Funny this thing called Money
Makes people feel
They are privileged
We are not of their ilk
Through manipulation of the stock markets
The price has gone up on
Baby’s milk
Funny this thing called Money
Buys Politicians
For their quote
Pocketing fist-loads of cash
From the billionaire stash
Their explanation?
We are all in the same boat
Funny this thing called money
Can make worker’s
Against their interests cow
Arisen!
Let’s fight plutocracy and corporatism now
And put aside the plow!
FORGIVE FOR TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS
I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption
It shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation
For just as my temperament doth squabble feebly
with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities
Time
Sweet majestic
Unwavering time
Doth reconcile in me
An assurance of tranquility
Shall invade my troubled waters
And calm the turbulent seas
To but a ripple
As if transposed to a lake
Where the sun doth shine
From the heavens
Torturous stress leaven!
And prosperity
Will live
In my house
Once more
THE INNER RECESSES OF YOUR MIND
I’ve just come
From a ghastly place
Darker than any cave
You can find
This place is full of shadows
Thieves
Winos
Creeps
Assorted swine
Passed a red-eyed vagrant
With piercing red angry eyes!
The macabre visions
Menacingly
Seeming to imply
You have entered
Into
The inner recesses
Of your mind
THE STIRRING WIND
Can you feel the stirring wind?
What does it mean
When will it end
What things of joy does it portend
A new beginning or bitter end
Will we be lovers or still best friends
Can we start over and make amends
Can you feel the stirring wind?
Is this really how the change begins
Will I be washed of all my sins
All my losses turned to wins
Will there shine light upon this din
A different body than the one I am in
A better mind to see through the spin
Can you feel the stirring wind?
Will it be real or just pretend
Will I heal or never mend
Who is that in the pictures I’m in
The days of old with fallen men
Did they ascend to a better land
Can you feel the stirring wind?
It’s on your wings that men depend
Where old lives end
and new ones begin
THE RAPTURE
In the perusing of the words to capture
The reverential ideas
That lead to the Rapture
The satanic animal must be a snake
To non-believer’s burn at the stake
Suicide bombs take me to Heaven
Twelve disciples minus Judas
Equals eleven
Popes in robes
And witches coves
Causing blood to flow
From native doves
Virgins birthing little babies
From ribs comes women
How amazing!
Parting rivers and rising from the dread
A pagan idol!
Off with his head!
So many people
From such different lands
Can’t we all
Love Herr/Hymn?
Whilst joining hands
NO LONGER SCARED
What is that sound?
Whose is that voice?
When will you return
To comfort me
In loving arms of choice
How can it be?
Why is it so?
The curtain closes
On every show
In a place
Where memories go
How do you know?
Why should you care?
When you say
Your love is mine
What worlds
Have we both shared?
Pray tell
Why do you cry?
Why must you weep?
What do you fear?
My dear
How you look so debonair!
Please hold my hand
Ever stranger
Finally
I need not breathe
For at last
I am no longer scared
THE QUEEN AND THE THRONE
I still stand by my feelings
That in terms of a Woman
Ascending to the Throne
There are double-dealings
When it comes to a Queen
There is much ado
Made of her Substance
By the Herds
There seems to be more Venom
And Idiocy
Attributed to her Words
Whether this be Republicans
Democrats
Independents
Queen Elizabeth or others
It seems they shall be stupidized
If the political pundits had their druthers
Exactly why
Seems easy to surmise
Why the shrift given
Is ever so short
The consternation
From the critical congregation
Derives from the radical realization
That the balls are no longer
In their court!
BEAR WITNESS WITH YOUR PRESENCE
Bear witness with your presence
To when the gifted hatchlings fly
Outstretched wings glide
Though withering
The seasons have overtaken me
Tis no time to say goodbye
Listen to the thunder
It’s clapping
Imploring from way up high
Bear witness with your presence
To when the gifted hatchlings fly
In the daytime I’ve built up my aerie
Commenced my hunting in the night
The seasons have overtaken me
Tis no time to say goodbye
Swooped down upon my prey
Snatched them with my talons
When I was spry
Bear witness with your presence
To when the gifted hatchlings fly
Call out to my eaglets
Too late
Alone
I lie
The seasons have overtaken me
Tis no time to say goodbye
And now I sing of my remorse
A regretful lullaby
Tis haunting me
That I did not see
Until the stillness
Came to my eyes
Bear witness with your presence
To when the gifted hatchlings fly
The seasons have overtaken me
Tis no time to say
Goodbye
GOVERNMENT
Government Predilations
Into Covert Mind Control
Hallucinations
Creating Manchurian Candidate
Manifestations
Leading To JFK RFK And MLK
Assassinations
Which Are Explicit
Abominations
To Be Enacted On God’s
Creations
But With The Subtle Changing Of The
Conversations
The Flooded Plains of Competing Theory Provocations
They Have Subdued Any Interest
In These Situations
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