No longer am I walking 'round half blind.
I've learned so much from youtube, that I vow
the cyberspace has opened up my mind.
I'm so much better educated now.

The Pope's the antichrist, the devil's child.
And all that we've been taught is just not true.
Conspirators throughout the world beguile,
and occupy the thoughts of me and you.

The leader of the USA, Obama,
intends a future presidential heist,
and, secretly, he's gay and worships Allah,
so (somehow) he is, too, the antichrist.

Momentary Ecstatic Enchantment...

The look in his eyes was cautious,
there was no surmise twas rapturous,
his sharp eyes pierced my eyes,
'twas momentary,
each vision captured enchanted in a frame,
as large as a cinema screen
upon my retina implanted,
so did it seem

we were loved and loved.............

the machine turned on
and ground its grist

silence now for years
but we remember
the aged eyes
generations
later

our village elders
fighting their way up italys boot
my bakery man a navigator in a lanc
hit by gunfire and burning
his best friend holding on
while the craft turned over
his buddy pilot never got out

Another 24 hours poured into the cement
Living through another's persons regrets..
Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend
Cant see the end, left the lights on again
In the past, the future looked too close to hold..
And now the present seems like it's too close and cold
Inside myself looking out; it all seems fake
Whatever motivates, the day puts it away
Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living
I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it

I'm choosing today
to stage my rebellion
not in chaos or calamity,
but in the mundane.

I count nickels, quarters,
dimes and pennies.
There are so many pennies,
but time;
is there time?

Yes! "Yes there is time!"
you say emphatically.
And for the first time in my life
I don't quite know what that means.

And yet at once
I'm comforted in your soothing and direct words
and in the knowledge
that not all ropes and bungees
are impenetrable.

The poison from the lips of men has spread
Their gentle words are fully crafted lies,
deceiving elves who think they'll share their bread
when schemes are hatched beyond the elfin eyes
The greedy King of men is cutting ties,
he wants to cause the orcs and elves to fight,
to be the pawns he sends and then denies
Beware! The hands that strike within the night!

I’m getting real sick of your shit, JC.

I know I’m supposed to be loyal, but

You can’t expect to rule the world. Some

People are going to resist you and your laws.

I guess I’m one of those people. You want too much

Power for yourself. It’s a slippery slope. Like blood on marble.

Slick. Then I saw what I must do. Now I see what I have done and I

Can see myself in the sticky reflections, swimming in death. I see me ask myself

Bury me
Underneath down the debris of poetic pages
so that none should know me
that I ever existed
as Loved nor Lovedly

Just bury my past
my future with your poetry
as I slumber beneath the debris
I should smell the petrichor
you all leave behind for me
let the rains wash away
all remains of me

simply bury
me as a Rose washed away from the sea
a long way since all knew me
just bury me.