Over Again

Standing at the crossroads
wondering
is this the place?
Follow the left path
turn to the right
walk straight ahead
who really knows?
Cobbled with broken promises
shattered dreams
tears 
etched with acid
into the stones.
History dances
beneath your feet
if only you stop to listen
to feel 
the sensations that flow over you
the ghosts whispering in your ear.
Promises
insinuated
a hint of noise
caressing your skin
seduction of the past
is there really any need to change?
Assailed
screams
hallucinations
realization that going forward
without change
means a repetition
of history
replete with horror
with genocide
with men who think they are king
ruling their own small inner sanctums
their own small fiefdoms.
Once upon a time
if given enough rope
idiots hung themselves
simple solution.
Natural evolution.
Today…..
the crossroads become a hangman’s gaol
innocents die
cretins rule
history continues to replay
over
over
over again
whilst humanity fails.
©June 4/19
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Master of None

Derision
written on my face.
Disgust
as I watch
as I listen
to you whine
to you plead
to you escape culpability
for the actions
that has destroyed so many.
Tear down reality.
Tear down truth
Tear down justice.
This shall be how you are remembered.
History will waste no time on you.
A mere footnote.
A buffoon.
Simpering
flirting
pursuing disaster.
Clown of the courts.
You do not see. 
You refuse….
unable to hear
the muted laughter
the scorned words
escaping sideways
from the lips of your confidants
focusing on illusions
focusing on the madness of your own mind.
Expect me to applaud?
You are nothing.
You are not the great hero
you have built
portrayed
believe yourself to be.
Little man
thought to be easily lead.
Turns out ‘they’ were wrong.
You are not easily lead.
You do not listen to reason
believing in your own invincibility.
Time is come
you will be done
cheers heard at your fall.
You are no Julius Caeser.
Nero you be
playing the fiddle 
while the world burns
at your feet.
©May 31/19
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Forgotten History

Sat upon greed
mounds of disregard
tearing down 
bowing down
coward
liar
cheat.
No longer running
bunkering down
building a wall
around his nest
believing
trusting 
that this would not be his last stand.
Door crashing
heavy boots
baby cries
swatting
waving
screaming denial
while 
everyone stops to stare.
Behind bars
terror turns……
hatching
devising
a new tomorrow
once he received his release.
Watched the world did
crazy
deluded
nuclear melt down.
When last lock snicks in place
turn forward
forgive
never forget
for there will always come
another who blusters wrong.
Feb. 18/19

Untitled Poem #7

Talk talk talk
circle around the truth
stories told
embellished
lies believed 
until they become a part of history.
 
Since time in memoriam
men have written
rewritten
retold
tales
changing them to make their wrongs
their ills
their evils
appear to be sane
intelligent
judicious.
Steamroll over anyone
who disagrees
argues
disputes the facts
nay
of men
who believe they are
saving a world
they themselves have destroyed.
Earth trembles
lave explodes
mountains fall at their feet.
Oceans are polluted
spreading disease
eradicating species
while searching for the almighty dollar.
A time will come
people will rise
overturn
rescind
the privileges given
to these obsolete dinosaurs
spouting
greed
industrilization
money money money.
As heathens of times passed
burned at the stake
heretics
who demanded more
better
services from those who were in charge
so too shall great men fall
while the world laughs at their fate.
November 17/18
Photo by Samuel Zeller on Unsplash

History

Lips meeting
tongues caressing
body to body
we yield.
The scent of you
the aroma of me
combined
is heady to the senses.
Caresses light
fingers trail across skin
heat follows each touch
as moans fill the air.
The times we have together
redolent of past lives
for we fit
two pieces of a puzzle
unlike with anyone ever before.

Dark Night

We stand upon a precipice
of time
which seems to be in reverse
not moving forward.
Dictators are the new regime
eschewing allies
clasping hands
with any who add to the coffer.
No longer can we neglect
concerns
worries
rage
that reside in those with heart.
Squabble no more
we must unite
or time will fall backwards
into the dark night.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 22/18