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
Picture via Pinterest

Subvert

**I submitted two poems to The New Yorker. This is one of the two. I obviously was rejected but I can say with pride I was rejected by The New Yorker.***
There is an evil rot within
leaching from the heart
any illusion
that there remains some good.
Time and time again
it has been proven
that society has become doomed
trading away
ethics
morals
basic humanity.
Twisting and subverting
with each falsehood told
embraced
with zeal
religious fevor
becoming the very demon
decried as the enemy.
We have failed.
We have lost our way.
One by one
we have been corrupted
by lies
by slight of hand
and the tears that are wept
fall between the cracks
in this desert land.
©Feb. 23/18
Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

Wrath

Murderous rumblings across the skies

Gods looking down with disgust

this oasis

built for fragile humans

needs to combust.

Wars have been started

wars have been ended

while humanities are stripped away

lightening bolts

thrown in rage

hit the final mark.

We have waited too long

there is no way back

we cannot placate the Gods

who only want to wipe us out.

Photo by Ruben Mishchuk on Unsplash

Lethargy

Silent slumbers left untended
as midnight begins to weep
remembrance of times forgotten
before purity had peaked.
Hands reaching out
peace unto thee
simpler times
when man did care.
Man has never cared
as evolution shows
bigger and better
smarter and brighter
oxymorons when playing the game.
Missiles flying through the air
shadow words strung out
secrets gained
while all around
the clowns dance through the night.
Strung up and mishandled
puppets left to be twisted
jesters calling wicked sins
while the king beats his mistress.
Time has stopped
and will go no further
until all have awakened
shaken free
from the bindings of lethargy.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen