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There’s no more meaning …


There’s no more meaning God
I am trapped down here
in the flotsam and jetsam of reality.

God’s persistent call, my mind predicts.
Or else …
where does this mind come from in the West?
Creature comforts, devastation elsewhere
while we creatures gather and make a noise
as if hot blasted, but cold,
freezing nothingness into the air.

What type of syndrome?
What type of despair?
When we in the West cry poverty and declare
it’s coming in and we want no more of it –
refugees from who knows where?



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April 12th, 2016
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The danger apparent


Spectre is rising
the earth under control.
By whom, is the question?
But do you care at all?

The valley once rich
plentiful in supply.
Now with this ghostly apparent danger
who but you will survive, in death?
Perhaps not at all.

The gods of good measure
hover about
but man in idle slumber
has no one to turn to
because the danger usurps one and all.

GBM

The danger apparent
Who cares, but you
The fervent need to preserve within
that is where you need to review.

April 11th, 2016
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The valley of death


Take me away from the excesses of war
that starve my human potential.

Give to me a world away from the violence
portrayed on every nation.
Give to me the valley of gold
that enriches the beauty
I have and hold within.

Love that life.
Gift that joy
with more of the peace-filled harmony
that guides and protects.

And no longer subject me to the hate
of those who perpetrate such crimes.
Criminals of every kind.

No humour in my life but pain
to see such vile portrayal
of disgusting behaviour

April 8th, 2016
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Treating the world differently


Who are you out there in the West.
Wild West it appears
with all this hum drum and financially rooted affair.
Wild West is an outwardly focussed dream.

Conquer the natives prepare the ground
decide what to work at and finalise the plan.
Leave the country rooted in despair.
Look for another form of vigilante brigade
and off to war we go.

So settled in the war mongering
we have no alternative but agree.
For we are futile members of a whole humanity.

April 6th, 2016
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A once quiet scene


Trust came along and belted me in the ear.
I heard the sound, the crack upon my mind.
Whatever had I been doing out there –
globally, violently, abusively –

Man, what a monster
when life and death appear so unfair.
Crime – no, a disaster
upon a once quiet scene,
a life enhancing, grace-filled space
destruction now – now no place free or safe.

April 5th, 2016
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