Humanitarian fact
Dystopian fiction
Nobleness
Government control
Godliness
Environmental destruction
Sacrificial lambs
Technological control
Digital age survival
Loss of individualism
Dystopias
Societies that dehumanize
Unpleasantly possible
Traumatized
Perfect society
Molded illusion
Mercilessly maintained
Via Corporate
Bureaucratic
Technological
Moral
Totalitarian
Control
Propaganda
Used
Spy control
Abused
Your binary device
Is watching you
Citizens of society
Neologism
A new word
Or expression
Social isolation
Sic semper tyrannis
Thus always to tyrants
The bloody tyrant
Offers struggle
Danger
Death
Supply and demand
World market
I see the dragons soaring
Vocal economies
Gold miners and oil traders
Myth and crystal hunters
Gem and slave graders
Diamond people
So hard
Nothing leaves a mark on them
I hear the lions roaring

We're dreamers
Aren't we
Dreaming on our phones
Dreaming about T.V. scenes
Don't we
Leaning on technology
Learning about Iridology
Should we
Dream openly
or
Should we
Dream closed
Some of us
Dream copiously
Some dreams
Leave us reposed
Some morosely
Dreams exposed
Those where we have six toes
Or Aphrodite's eyes
New waves of hair
That makes us fly
Oh!
How our dreams try
Try and try
To make us fly

consider that

lava flowing

beneath us

mother had her

heart attack

on Sunday

november 6th

back in 2016

america had her

stroke and heart

attack on wednesday

november 9th

way back in

two thousand sixteen

shifting

tectonic plates



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I've buried things
Parts of my life
Deep in the forest
Beyond the sacred spring
Out in my yard
I've buried things
Those guarded graves
Remains of dead cats and dogs
Bones of panthers and bears
That dwelt in secret caves
I've buried dreams
Beneath my bed
Remnants of prayers I once said
I've watched the stars and moon
Prance beneath my restive head
Instead of dancing
With those ones I loved
Instead I'm thinking
About wondrous Gaia
I bury marvelous things
Purportedly Heaven's peace
Purity and that peaceful dove
I've buried curious things
All that puritan history
All that creative mystery
About inexplicable
God above

Your eyes
Your smile
Your hair
Your slender frame
Your voice
Your beauty
Your inner being
You have seduced me
You have wrapped my heart
With your goddess self

One last corrosive turn
Why we came apart
What I can't literally burn
One last choking remnant
I'll gather all I can
All that rant and rave
I'll bury every last part
In some hidden grave
Along with all those bloody pieces
Of my bleeding broken heart

Out
On the west coast
Big waves are rolling in
It is the end
Of February
Still that ocean
Its seafaring kin
Motion
Along every beach
Every tidal estuary
Nothing but a sushi notion
Singing Orcas
Barking sea lions
Feasting on racing salmon
Just as most do in rainy June
For that lonesome man
Up in the moon
It's still green cheese
Dry craters for that old loon
Down in Old Woman Bay
Out on Lake Superior
A water panther Mishipeshu
Like a great hungry bear
All that Nanook knows
Somewhere
Rogue waves roll in
Blowing winter snows
Blizzards 
Imprinting every showy exterior
All those rocky cares
Panthers and caves and bears
Those ones that make us dare to shout
Bearing what comes in
Boasting about what goes out
Like shipwrecked sailors
We clamber about
Soaking wet
Yet exhausted
Up some foreign rocky shore
Forlorn
Wond'ring
If we'll ever go home again
More
What monstrous life
Has in store

Tears
Those shots
Ringing out
More tears
In the dark
All that mad lust
Across the bloodied park
Loss of trust
Some madman
Badge and uniform
Gun in hand
Finger on the trigger
Ready to pull it
All that pain
Every bullet
Grieving now
Across our land
A flood of tears
More purple rain
Our worst fears
Those cutting knives
Every life lost
More broken lives
A tragic cost
Our heartfelt tears
So many fears
All our broken parts
So much sorrow
So many
Broken hearts

I've lived
So many lonely years
I've breathed
Those memories and dreams
Vast arrays
Those nightmares and fears
A moon with stars
Has awakened me it seems
Tragic flames
Have rearranged
My frittered life
Pitted love
Taunting games
Have left me in a lurch
Hard times
Digging rhymes
Arranging lines
Defined
With a carving knife
God head
Led me
Out of canyons
Becalmed raging rapids
Lit a path
To a graphic church
My heart
Beaten down
A thousand times
Patience saved me
From a misguided fold
My cloistered life
I've lived
Both hot and cold
Ironically holding on
Alone once again
All those colours in the sky
A flood of purple rain
All those insane colours in the wind
Restrained love must forsake
Focus when the fake sky turns to rain
What are we to make
Of mystic love and misty life
With all this purple rain

My life
Just a can
Of pea soup
Don't expect
Anything
To be different
Don't expect
Anything
To change
I would
Like to say
Something
Everything
Like all
My lost poems
Time has
Hidden
Those words
Away

All this carnage
So much madness
When the dogs are barking
When the butchers come
Wielding carnal sadness
Bloody red rivers
Crushing runs
Hordes of chagrin
Grim men with guns
Those cannibal warriors
Consuming grinning innocence
Devouring nature and saviours
Lobbing pestilence and bombs
Crashing tempestuous borders
Tearing at our bleeding hearts
Shredding any remaining decency
Dreading every reticent everything
So this is what we've become
Is it just those malicious few of us
Or is it Maleficent in everyone
Dishonest madness has gripped us
Clenching dreams 
Entrenching lives
Giving little with all this fuss
Revoking choice
Advancing death
With a deathly voice
With those needle claws 
We are firmly clasped
Vampire prey
Those lamprey fangs
Those reckless jaws
Sucking precious life
Wrecking the world
Both tooth and nail
We're mucking about
All this trial and error
Gray and frail
Does the world really care
All this unforgivable sadness
Is this really something
We cannot pause
Or can we wake
One glad day
To find war is done
And miraculously
Some brave peace
Has truly come

Nothing
Can replace you
I feel lost
Without you
When you left
I went blind
When you didn't return
I couldn't find myself
I ran through the streets calling
The sky is falling
The world is ending
I dreamed that I was falling
I hoped I would hear you calling
Still days come and go
Night envelopes the world
With star light and moon glow
But the sea has warned me
The tide is against me
My life is ripped to pieces
Love stripped me of decency
Your parting words had no leniency
Now I float in an unrelenting wash
That unrepentant ocean of fear
So I exist without you
Surviving
Even though
You're not here

I've been told
There is no shame
In being a broken man
You just pick up the pieces
And start rebuilding
I was never tamed
The mighty Universe took hold
I'll never be the same
But I remain
A broken soul
And I've been told
A broken man
Is hard to hold
I picked up the pieces
Too many times to count
All these age old creases
That left my smile in pieces
That left me stranded
On the mount
But I was handed
A brave heart that never ceases
A life that through all that failure
With that account
In my heart
I somehow found a strand
Of something miraculous and rare
That special something that said
God truly cares
So I still stand to live
A flood over my wounded soul
Ablution from a sacred spring
Blessed and washed in a sacred fount

When
The shit storm
Hits
And we feel
Like we're about
To fall off
The edge
Of the earth
When the world
Is in flames
Burning up
Out here
In space
When it seems
Everything
Is over
Like there is no
Tomorrow
What
Can we do
Can we be
Out here
In space

my how the world has changed
take commercials
for instance
now it's about
what you pee
how you poo
which tampon size to use
those new
Greek condoms
make it feel
like a train locomotive
driving hard and fast
into a dark tunnel
exploding orgasmically
what a journey
into the unknown
such is life
now-a-days
with all these explosions
around us daily
all these orgasms
within us
our daily twerking
how the world
shakes
with change

Easter Sunday
In the east
The sun has risen
West to the stormy Atlantic
Over besieged Europe and Assisi
A celestial marble cast
Upon the blessed earth
Where wild violets bloom
Such a perfect April perfume
Wafting through ye olde orchard
Ye olde church bells
Clanging and chiming
Across the noble village square
A carillon of Easter prayer
As novel corona
Recites a eulogy
Echoing every acclamation
Over impressionable pews
Reverberating pressing exclamations
Through restless streets
While angelic swallows
Soar wild and free
I see a hollow world
Above saintly church steeples
Following a discourse
Through my orchard trees
World suffering
Brings me to my knees
Every gnarled amen
Suffer little children
All this April grieving
On Easter Sunday
Pasqua di Resurrezione del Signore
Thoughtful Christ has risen
Reasoning world vision
Along with covid-19
Easter Sunday service
Someone is coughing
Humanitarian treason
Remain kneeling
Reeling through infamous life
Such a rife congregation
This Eucharist
Life's grits
Bits of broken bread
Washed down with watered wine
A somber Easter scene
With an after taste
Of covid-19

I always think of you
Young and beautiful
Your soft skin
That sweet smile
Those captivating eyes
Your precious love
Radiance now
Reckoning miles and miles
So many radiant miles away
Sorely departed and plainly elusive
Wishing that brave dream could stay
Vainly keeping you close
As close as any lost dream
Visions from both night and day
Hopes that we once both chose
Mired in these ghostly times 
Defined it mostly seems
As peaches and cream
When you were in my arms
Your beating heart
What a beautiful dream
All your wonders and charms
Only my failed will
In my mind capturing you
Wanting rapture and love still
You wrapped in my loving arms

Do clouds suffer
As mankind suffers
Do the trees suffer
Like human souls suffer
Does the sunrise suffer
While the moon still wants to shine
What song can bring us peace
If the stars all fall to earth
Perhaps all suffering would cease
If the birds had their way
Perhaps one opulent day
We'd all respect good Mother Earth
If only we could fly
The sky should be our home
Above lonely mountain tops
We would soar like eagles
Still we would suffer
I dread that final call
Suffering before the final shroud
I've cried too many times now
Like the clouds
I just want to soar
No more sorrow
No more suffering
Just love and joy
Tranquility on every morrow
Harmony caressed by wondrous love 
Lofty clouds of perfect joy

I find myself
Disappearing into the night
I find myself
Dissolving into the dark
I see myself
Being that I am
I see myself
A simple reflection of what is
I hear myself
Breathing with the tide
I listen to myself
Respiring with the earth
I look for myself
To find that I'm not there
I look for myself
Seeing God is everywhere

I find myself
Searching for  the dead
Those departed souls
That once breathed and bled
Walked upon this restless earth
Such a thin crust of finite soil and rock
Midst this ocean of resplendent birth
Beneath the mocking sky that talks
As the raucous sun sets in the west
I see shadows and remnants
Lost but not forgotten bits at best
What once were living descendants
Like history and prayers
Awakened from their rest
Hope arises with each new dawn
Where we seek a mortal path
Amongst those ancient dead
Guided t'wards
A horizon of blessed light
A sacred way ahead
Right with the vestal day
Every vigilant empath
Keep every empowered ray
Alive and burning bright

Something big happens
Your life changes for ever
Something catastrophic takes place
Earth reacts with catastrophic reaction
Things are never the same
Wild animals wander vacant city streets
Jungles begin to engulf the game
Those left alive hide away in locked rooms
Nature doesn't demand anything catastrophic from us
Assume we are natural factories for virus and bacteria
Creation has no fear
All life is precious no matter the criteria
War and peace
And wonders
Shall never cease

When night came
All the dead had disappeared
Washed away by the tide
Fire was consuming the rest of the world
After the soul shaking earthquake
After the oblivious sea had come to punish us
After the impatient tsunami came to shake us
Once again we raise our iron curtains
Every fortress equipped with modern alchemy
People seeking the high ground
Each border strictly patrolled
Armed soldiers and police
Road blocks and travel papers
Proving our ability to walk
Social distancing
Cautioning us not to talk
Confinement in our houses
The blast doors are down
Quarantined in our cells
This silent enemy
Betraying humanity
Hadrian's wall will not protect us
Oceans keep us apart
The Berlin wall has fallen
Mountains keeping out
Trump's wall will not keep us safe
Closed doors keeping in
Over the wall
In the dead of night
Dressed in ghostly attire
Drowned by flood
Consumed by fire

Your ashes
At home in your jar
My tears
They continue to fall

It snowed again last night
Once again the world turns white
That sacred wash that comes and goes
Snow falls so clean and rife
A joy of life that wisdom knows
Beneath this swash and snow
Lies a world of brilliant life

I dreamed of you
Where we last parted
We met in that awkward place
We stood there speechless
I was mesmerized
By the smile on your face

If mountains could move
The joyous earth
Because of love
Would become flat
Endless joy would emanate
From the brilliant sky above

That last time I saw you
Flitting clouds whispered
Fitting poems about you
Excited crowds shouted
Singing joyous love songs
Star tunes about captivating you

In my giddy dream
The ready earth
Shook for you
Our love was never petty
Almost pious
So it always seemed

I stood there rattled and unsteady
Wanting all of you
I tried not to wake
From that lucid dream
I wished reality would romance us both
Feed us sweet peaches with delicious cream

This impatient earth shook again
Pushing us all down
Me upon my quaking knees
Clouds disappeared
Blown away by the wind
Colour flowing through the trees

I turned to sorrow watching you
Turn and walk away
I began to weep
Praying you would stop
Wishing you would turn my way
Hoping Love, that you might stay

April fools Haiku

Mum's eight track player
Still works after all these years
Music for your soul

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All rubbish and lies
Depends on which side you're on
Corruption is rich

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Some long time ago
Inga Nada and Deva
Flowers in the sea

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Winter into spring
Longer warmer days each week
Transition month March

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Captain Picard says
Make it so Mr. Laforge
One starship captain

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