Thy Name Is……

Sit at the table
sneer on your face
tap your pen
in time to the voices in your head.
Denouncing
goading
whispers of grandeur
look around
can anyone guess?
Do they see?
Behind your eyes
insanity sits.
Power hungry
devouring
jaws agape
news of death
bloodshed
assassination
daily fodder of sustenance.
Behind your smiles
madness held at bay.
Finger on the button
threat of world wars
cajoling works no more.
You are but a jolly monster
slowly appearing between the cracks
delighted with the devastation
that flows and follows you
declaring that this is god’s work.
Stumble you will
fall you shall
when you do
this will hopefully stop
our world’s descent into hell.
©July 10/19
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Nightly News

Darkness flows
subtle shades
grey and white
studded with starlight.
Death lurks.
Victim or prey
sighted
who is to decide
is this wrong
or is it right?
Evil prowls
using the cover of blackness
plying cowardly trade
innocence succumbing
virtues eradicated
salivating slaves
to the bloody knife.
Symbols etched
scratched into pale skin
screams of agony
offered up as sacrifice
not to demons
not to hell
to pacify grey men
creating a new world order.
Violence.
Harsh words.
Kindness has become overrated.
Echos of the past
intolerance
rhetoric spewed
no longer shocking
no longer rage inspiring.
Fodder for the nightly news.
Inured
we have become desensitized…..
to the wars
to the blood
to the death of children
to watching parents scream
holding dead bodies.
Cold eyes
no longer able to see humanity
tell me true
is this the way of the future
or can it be saved?
©July 9/19
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Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #38

Watch
circling the air
smell the brimstone
the devil’s aroma
seeping beneath doors
through windows
deadly seduction
whispers
it can all be made anew.
Sorcery
beguiling
beautiful
trembling before the massive body
only one can tame the rumbling beast
only one can subdue vicious desires.
Sleep dear one.
Slumber until needed.
A day will come
the lands will call
your voice
rises in trumpeting sorrow
lands will bleed
broken beneath your wings.
Superstition has it
evil you are
yet how could such beauty
such agility
such grace
be the mark of terror
not the ascending glory
saviour for the masses.
Traitors will burn
flames reducing to ashes
broken bodies of enemies.
Hear dragon screams
shudder in fear
for here
an avenger
soaring through the skies
harbinger of doom
for all those who lie.
©July 8/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #37 (Untitled Poem)

The stage
played out in front of the whole world
lies
half truths
abandoned midway
leaving the audience to ponder…..
credence is being delivered
given freely
to men
women
(hang your heads in shame)
who berate
bludgeon
tyrants
(not only the home grown)
carving up lands
territories
with practised ease
bloody butchery.
This conflagration
out of hand
growing higher
brighter
immorality is winning
virtue
kindness
morality
fade into the wood works.
(Lost
no one to witness the demise.)
Turn
pace the arena
count your steps
minutes
until entry is granted
into the lair.
Face the firing squad
answer for the good
heresy
words quoted without warmth
without meaning
become only…..
words.
Turn to leave
defeated
lost
unenvied
behind the curtain hid.
(Wait)
Lulled
sated on their gorged desires
sleep heavy eyes flutter
silent feet
whispers of death come riding in their ears.
Throw the match
bar the door
watch it burn
Hell has a circle to defend……
©July 6/19
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Monster Emerges

Tiny child
tiny fiend
left to play
left to burn.
Did someone give him the matches
or 
did lightening strike when no one was looking?
Angry
aggressive
growing up
dreams of truth
replaced
dreams of misery
gilded in a world of rusted iron
cages erected by naked women
condemned to build their own crypts.
Flagrant exploitation
chained to mores
of 1929
riots in the streets
no longer productive
police state instituted
for the safety of all.
Reality is…..
it is fear.
Fear of what will happen
when society turns
when someone arises
to make things right
or worse?
his voice wraps itself around
charismatic
promising
swearing
no more carnage
no more abuses
time has come to move forward.
Evil comes in many forms.
Cloaked in pleasantries
promises
shiny baubles
to turn eyes.
Sleight of hand
watch close for the mirage
see what he wants
not what he is doing.
Blinded by charisma
desperate for hope
easy to believe a charlatan
better then having to make a choice.
Be responsible.
Make a change.
Give up self worth
so one can claim ignorance.
Beware the viper 
within your hand
for when it strikes
there will be mayhem. 
©June 27/19
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New Reality

When first upon the scene he did burst
no one could foresee
the evil
the horror
the degradation
he would call down on them.
History.
Time on repeat. 
Children held in crates
families torn asunder
belittled
berated
wanting only to have a better life
to soothe the bruises
broken bones
damaged psyche
born of cruel men.
Flagrant is the disrespect
the vulgarity of honor
underlying rules
broken with no regard
other than
to fill the coffers of the rich
while denying the poor
basic sustenance.
A country
once strong
once seen to be the cornerstone
the foundation upon which
everything else is built…..
falling
descending
to the pits of hell
where the beast waits.
We have done this.
We must take responsibility.
We,
the people…..
must take a stand
proving that bigotry
racism
hatred
are not the norm
but the exception……
Tear away the faded curtain
peer at the silent whore
crystal tears falling
her slow death rattle
filling every corner
every space
no escape
no relief
a new reality.
©June 25/19
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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
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