Psalm 14 – Patriarchy

God is our final interpretation
Of Nature, we are bred to follow
Meanwhile, the corrupt lead us
The fool hath said in his heart

There is no God, no true authority
The World’s destruction of nature
Is not of God, but of Man
Man alone in this world is self-righteous

Oh that salvation has many forms
Every freedom is a new kind of slavery
Until the machine shall imprison him
Have all the workers of this earth

A blindness to their leaders, the lack
Of true leaders, whose mandate is
To protect women, children and nature?
And to empower the children of men

Let God be our witness, the decline of
Civilization, that cared not for the
Long-term education, but rather
Sought profit and exposed humanity
To abominable risks in our evolution.

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Psalm 12 – The Irresponsible

In the Lord I put my trust
In God’s name that Men
Do harm unto other Men?
In love I put my trust

In Love’s name that Men
Would seek to profit by
The use of other men to benefit
Their families, their countries?

In nature I put my trust
In such a drama of evolution
Which would have one monkey
Destroy all the species of this Earth?

Poison the oceans, let their cities
Gasp beneath the violence of
How much they can consume?
O’ Lord, I see your work in them

The horrible tempest of their plans
To unleash a river of disease
Upon the old kind, and bring
Ebola unto their enemies

I see the heart of Man, plain as day
Cold as a whisper from their graves.

Notes on World War III

God and all angels sing the world to sleep
For the end of the world is man made
With the blue tongue of greed, control
The Moon burns in the mind of history

Where war and politics are the domain of the corrupt
Staring, at midnight, into the Angel of Death
A catastrophic power play of midget nations
Yet life is itself, the fulfillment of petty desires

Money, the pillow of the head in the dark
Power, the bent over guitar of the green day
Organics thick-lipped, riot and rebel
For a new world that cannot be born

Till the old world dies of its own inflation
God and all angels sing the world to sleep
That we might die, for others to take our place.

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New World Disorder Illness

Brothers, I’ve seen some
Astonishing sights
Invisible to my eyes before
A lion in my soul kept watch

For the signs, of the end of the world
Sisters, I’ve felt the fish spawning
Life on the firm branches of new trees
The sky lit in ambivalent temperatures

Solar flares that shared the
Restlessness of the times
The Environment didn’t like
How our key fit into the universe

Extinction seemed the logical
Way to press these misfits off the Earth
Brothers, I feel our hour is ticking down
Every species has its time to shine

I’ve seen some hopeless events
A world corrupt in mismanaged imaginary wealth
Some living in outrageous luxury
While the majority live in squalor

Brothers, I wasn’t born in a just world
Though I wonder if I have children
If they will have a city to live in at all
That does not bear roots of blood
Whose civil unrest won’t swallow them all.

Graffiti Before Apocalypse

It’s a final exam to believe
In cosmic consciousness, it’s difficult
To believe that a new world is waiting/

When the budget tells you
Quantum physics doesn’t matter
Ghost in the machine, the crocked/

World keeps getting faster
The overall emptiness of matter
Better exploited, transistors more atomic/

The world keeps getting smaller
But then why do you still feel so damn far!
It’s a universe language, to want/

To be loved, to care about the state of things
But it’s a diffusion of responsibility
When the old boys club keeps/

Giving you the chills, at how
Patriarchy and military spending
Still rule the world, it’s hard to trust/

Humanity, when you realize
It’s still the bankers who own you.

Short Letter to my Doppelganger

Beloved doppelganger, do you know/
That I can sense you on a cellular level?
I feel time moving ahead of herself

In me for you, like migrating/
Into realms of maple syrup
Traveling down old anarchy

Risen from the power-elite of humanity!
I’ve don’t have mouse-stories for a broken world
There is a whole ghoulish sub-category

About how I feel about this world/
I was born in it, slept here, loved here
A pencil listening in my fingers

Dreading waking up to the sound of a world/
Where you didn’t exist, or in which
We would never meet, Divinity nibbled pizza in me

Like whispers of poem you wrote, in my ears/
I’d wake up to check on you, a virtual signature
I couldn’t refute, I couldn’t refuse

Beloved doppelganger, you come from the future/
To tease me, allowing me to push my face
Deeper into the pillow, than I have ever been

Between the strangers, and the self/
There exists a plasticity, with knees to my chest
I muse upon this, the quantum knife of your love-hate

I feel it slip between my digital ribs/
Like fireworks on a long lingering display
Of what an ode might be, and what night can do

To the desperation trapped in poetic impotence/
Like Roman candles inside of pumpkins on Halloween
I feel the Eve of something Great in you

Like the last day of school, or the last words/
Of the surgeon, on the day you were meant to die.

In The Burning Cosmos Nobody is Safe

The old lights are broken
Politics, religion, corporations, nations
They have no conscience

Lawyers, bankers, profiteers!
Will from individual truth
Breeds corruption beyond repair
A system of mutual exploitation

This is the house our fathers built
Where wealth is invented and the masses
Are used as economic soldiers
To be sacrificed, replaced by robots

The lights are broken
Leadership, Presidents, News, Propaganda
Even the internet is being monitored
All your texts, every word

The Governments are turning on their people
It is legal to blind sight your own citizens
Who you are meant to protect, you rob

The old lights are broken
You might not realize, you might not care.

P.S. Inspired by my favorite wordpress poet, the brilliant psycho-political poet Alicakhoo