Shadows like never before
and definitely no-one there
to rescue me as was and is now.
Who else but my devilment inside?
God is light or so the old testament
of scholarship describes.
Sun no, nowhere as before
darkness, cloudless
just these damnable shadows
every which where.
God I despair of you come rescue me
from my pit dark as any
I have felt lost nowhere safe
to even cry, yell or shout?
Somewhere however a little light of day
rescues me from that pile of shadow-less creatures
surfacing in a boundless array.
Are you ever present
this God of a Biblical type text?
Or is there a more personal aspect in my mind
as a consciously felt trip?
prior to this one enormous storm
that you came and entered
perhaps long before now
some time prior in a world of my own
where the devil surfaces
and choice be my human form’s right.
However, now a storm of consequence
as no end of shadowy figures
plague my mind at night.
History defending long lost dreamers as futile
and shamanic healing type witches,
but are they that or predictors of a future race
of our people disturbed by the present circumstance
and of no place left but to escape.
But how ever much I am to crave the peace I do desire
these are the warning of a damnable tempest
a uniquely vigorous storm cloud enlivening with light
these darkened shadowy earth bound heroes
war mongering-ly powerful, but humongously dangerous
trigger-happy, evolve out of the shadows
explode upon a quiet-type scene,
Bent on destruction the likes as never to see before
push any button as millions lay about.
Next minute shadows the death of souls
lay burnt disease ridden no hope
humanity blown by a storm picturesque indeed
but devastatingly hellish no-one ever left as pure
to go ahead and leave.
There but there this is to be my mark of a premonition,
but all around found my message of a hopeful reprise far too absurd. –
Now far, far too late as we all in some form
writhe amongst each other in the after glow
of this most foul of a toxic plum.
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No hope just be – then what
foul upon foul, vile upon vile.
No hope, useless, idle, ignorant and impudent
because a God of worth left
and we (are) in our own way preferred
a type of opulence called greed.
Selfish in our heart strings lost to a dark overtone
now no music, sun, rain or storm cloud anywhere
the demonic present is here and now everywhere.
March 8th, 2015
Tags: Loss
