Duality

There are dual sides
good
bad
sweet
evil
well that is four
all melded together
creating one,,,,,
me.
Sweet
caring for the world
caring for my friends
wanting nothing but the best
the everything
for everyone.
Bad
angry for injustice
angry at those who get away
fantasies play out
words written on paper
tablet
laptop
grim stories
within which I get my revenge.
Twirling
swirling
ribbon wrapped present
unite the sides
come together as one.
Singing words pleasant
singe words
brutal honesty
no longer hiding
embracing the light
loving the woman I have created.
©Sept. 13//19
Picture found on Pinterest
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Fool’s Paradise

Men with the most
have the least.
Men with the least
have the most.
Contradictory terms
I agree
yet allow me to teach
you will see
what it is I mean
how happiness is so near
if only we stop
really stop
disconnect
enjoy all life.
In a time strife with war
mental health issues
racism revival
divisive tactics by world leaders
all intended to drive the common man apart.
Further apart
devils can dance without due
no one will notice
as they all yell
wanting their voice heard
in this time of panic.
Delighted chuckles
roasting pigeons over a burning court
embers glowing
consuming life
redesigning the world under one.
Have you ever noticed
that the ones who want to help
really help
speak with words
whispered upon the wind
scattered to be heard by all.
Do you hear that?
Sparkling chimes.
Please hear.
And if you have
had you also noticed
those who would destroy
who play deadly games
scream
shout
beating their chests like Kong the Ape.
Do you hear that?
Screaming missiles.
Please I beg
unplug your ears.
You came…..
clawed your way across crystal dale
battered through wicked gale
survived all that came you way
to ask advice of me.
We have become lost.
We equate happiness with money
with how many things we have
with how much it cost.
Our children are no longer children
becoming victims
aggressors
so young
where has the innocence gone?
Spearing sadness
tears gather
falling hard.
Shaking my head
lips pursed
to keep from shouting out.
There is no easy answer.
There is nothing I can say.
My only advice…..
be the gentle touch
lead by example
with marked kindness.
Maybe others will follow.
Most won’t.
But in this way 
there is still a small hope. 
©Sept. 7/19
Picture one of mine from
2019 Matlock Beach

No Heroes

Voices are raised
protests are held
men call to arms
women respond.
Children play with toy guns
pop pop pop
noises made
bullets tearing flesh.
Blood
crimson floods
raging in the streets
raging in the sheets
raging……..
Lost in time
lost to pain
simpler times
viewed nostalgically
yet……
danger arises
daily
without any to cease its call.
Complacent
sickly bony fingers
hooked into the soul of humanity
tearing
shredding
those with care
those who would make change
destroyed by those who want
who need
the status quo.
Baby laying in the streets
mom slayed
laying in her blood stained sheets
daddy has the blade
turned on himself.
Down on my knees
not in prayer
not in supplication
rending my hair
screaming in rage
screaming in pain
screaming in defeat
for I can see no end.
There are no heroes
to stand for the rest
time has come
for death to pass.
©June 28/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #36 (Untitled Poem)

Living in this depraved world
daily barrages
wars
drugs
police acting judge and jury
politicians lining their pockets.
Children are starving  
just down the golden street.
Women live in fear
travel in groups
doors triple
no
quadruple locked
gun slept with
under the pillow.
How safety is felt.
Beware the false prophet
fired lies spun
dissenting loyal men
made slave to their own desires.
This is intolerance.
This is ignorance.
Not the same color?
Speak a different language?
Have different customs?
Live life differently?
Love
belief in goodness
values
morals
all fast disappearing
beneath a consumer race.
Facing fear daily.
For every sin contemplated
for every corrupt desire played out
for every child burdened
for every woman abused
for every man beaten
evil is winning
painting a picture of utopia
where all are the same.
Repentance
no longer viable…..
no longer is there a way
to check this slow descent into hell.
Nourish the demons
all shall pay
watch the world slip away.
©June 19/19
Picture found on Pinterest

Bloated Morality

Table of gold
inlaid jewels
(greed)
set with ignorance
set with entitlement
set with rampant disregard
for anything that impedes
destroys
tests
the belief held
the superiority felt
enter the conclave.
Come one
come all
insinuate self
introduce sin
into the kingdom of god.
Succulent dreams
temptations
likes of which
never seen
forever shrouded
mist of needs.
Delusions
atop the high horse
(pride)
fall will come
no more hiding
no more denying
tarred
feathered
fall from grace
fall from……
Spread before the altar
tales told
inanities muttered
shouted
performed on roof tops.
(Too little.
Too late.
Broken trust.
Broken faith.)
Silence 
forever quoted.
Lies 
epitome of truth.
Judged nevermore
at the golden gates.
©June 6/19
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Word of the Day Challenge Poem #34 (Untitled)

I am the voice
calling your name
begging you
to come find me
come be with me
my handsome lover.
I am the warm body
nestled in your arms
purring
sated
as you hold me here.
I am sensuous heat
spiraling throughout
head to toe
wrapped around
guide you into my core.
I am venom
ingested
poison in your veins
sneer upon my lips.
Vengeance
searing
incandescent rage
reaping what has been sown.
Stiletto
stabbing
slashing
cruel derision
you have chosen this fate.
Blood bubbles
body tumbles
laying at your feet.
darling
kiss my corpse
death as always
my companion of choice.
©June 5/19

Stormed Fate

Sea storms
water raging
broiling with cold
lightening crackles across the sky
thunder roars
clapping
breaking over the water
reverberating
felt through to my core.
Tumultuous
waves crash
crackle
tossing me around.
I am lost
within the black depths
no sunlight reaching
I am stagnating
help me please.
Straining
I swim for the surface
ignoring
words
wailing
pain
fear
I will survive
I swear I will get there.
I have gone backward
in a time when I was meant to go forward
vicious slurs
nasty gossip
everyone seems to know
more about me than I do.
I once broke free
stood tall
claimed my past
no longer allowing it to define me.
Yet…..
I find myself
battling the same demons
battling the same nightmares
screaming in silence
mouth rent open
no one will help me
no one will save me.
Sink slowly…..
oblivion.
I give up.
There is no saving. 
There is no savior.
There is nothing.
I am gone.
Good bye.
©May 28/19