THE SEEKER & The Devil's Moon
Whorls of white, consuming
brilliance smote the night—
I walk the road
in unencumbered steps
to some Destiny, unseen…
A grain of Truth,
my sustenance to sustain
me from abject fear,
encompassed world.
A mountain hurled into a bloody sea—
dead waters, yet I ride
the Wave.
Before me, the flotsam
of the fallen harbingers of war,
who know
they kill for money’s sake
to drink the draughts of power.
O fools, you die in a twinkling,
besmirched by all who know
you fools
gather fabulous wealth & folly,
your graves as shallow as your words.
Yet, when I spoke,
no one heard,
but the red rain…
All were watching
the Signs in the Sky…
DEMAGOG
Gog & Magog
The frozen, rusted wheels of Justice
have ground to a halt.
The Propaganda Minister preaches Hate
and the monuments rise
from the garbage Empowered
to Rule by deceit & slight-of-hand.
The disarming Leaders;
the People are under the gun:
empty words & weapons.
I grit my teeth as I watch
the parrots on television
reveal the Facts…
I hold a brick in my right hand
and consider my Values
as a face contorts,
a Fairy Tale to believe upon,
it is Given: the Opiate,
as all life goes up in smoke.
His eyes reveal a vacuum
that Truth, alone can fill.
We’re getting sucked-in
to a Nightmare!
I can’t find the knob
to turn him off!
The brick
is a form of commentary
that has found its place…