Prayers Unheard

Tides ebb

tides neap

calling to the dead

calling to the living

messages left by deities

long gone

long vanquished

long aborted 

by the modern world. 

Do you hear them?

Or….

Are you blind

are you deaf

are you hiding behind the mundane

like everyone else?

Words

warped

twisted

made to feel

if not like the others

there is something wrong

there is something deformed

there is something awry……

It is not me

in reality it is you.

I would wager a guess

you have no idea…..

wilful ignorance

may seem best.

Head in the sand like the ostrich.

Only know…..

being obtuse

afraid to take a stand

lead to the last elimination

of gods

of rich men.

Devastation.

Lands Flooded.

Waterways dried up.

No longer can you look the other way.

Hell on Earth 

reality.

©May 30/19

Picture via Pinterest

Found for my by The Eclectic Contrarian

Lines of Time

She paces

a caged lioness

with no thought on her mind

but the ruination of mankind.

Well

not all mankind

for that would be rude

there are those though

who need to leave this planet

joining the great unknown.

Her eyes trace the pattern

the weave

the weft

of the burgeoining tapestry

plucking a stray thread

no reprieve.

Finally

she sees which threads must be cut

which lives must be sacrificed

for the greater good of all.

Serenely

gathering her skirts around

she gracefully sits

and begins to rework the lines of time.

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