Riding the waves

Reality strikes twice

Remarkable memories lost in time

somewhat good, stuck between 

so many more, others

terribly bad... 

some worse than death

death comes easy

when you have 

nothing left to lose

winning at best is a new beginning

with a somewhat happy ending

Not crying at the birth of 

yet another child 

born into a life of second class 

at best a lifetime of servitude of bondage

with so little hope of escape

the fear/reluctance 

of taking your own life

pales in comparison

i can almost feel it 

in the roots of my bones

A story of many truths,

horrifying violence

Who knew?

Jesus was "that" protester

turning tables at the temple

the authorities did,

what's within their purview

by the same rules 

for everything else they do

what they do... 

to restore their hold 

to all people within 

their borders

to promote their causes

and effect their rules

to promote the religious 

rights order...

Was that you, too?

who, knew?

C2

Shadows of doubt

Energy/Matter

where does it all come from?

Where does it all go...?

Somewhere in God's eye?

A place of a greater Soul

when the end of life ...

we barely know comes to an end, 

Will our spirits know

Will there be memories to show

why we were here...

who and what remains ...

to know, 

better? 

worse?

A bible came to be... 

materialized, times... places

how did it know 

we need guidance?

And if so, why is there 

still such violence?

Even though... 

the evil within our spirits 

bend towards different ends 

of what we know, as life science

w...

Fall Eve

How difficult it is to act cool

when the current 

of the time is just too hot

not get into the flow

when you know

what time it is

when, once the fuse is lit

you've been exposed, pros 

you know as 100 percent legit 

are getting hit

with the same rap sheet

sometimes being too positive

gets you more time

cause the people on top 

just don't stop lying on us...

apparently, In God We Trust

wasn't meant to apply to US

Tell the Prez to stop 

smoking that Angel dust

not to get a spontaneous signal

to override the negative factions

usual reaction when you're 

tired of the usual BULL

to ride in the back...

The GIFT

Ancestral leg bones 

A mother grimaced 

as another of repeated 

rounds of pain 

washed over 

the young mothers face

Legs spread open wide 

showed promise

Undulating rhythmic contractions

Blessed the passage 

of the heavenly gift

A young prince 

delivered with pride 

A welcome sight

To the elder women 

of the tribe

Another soul upon which 

The Creator had bestowed a crown... 

Joy spread throughout the village

Celebration shared another soul 

to build wealth

Sent by the ancestors 

as a renewal for...

Drum Circle

None but the few

experience deep...

What it takes to be 

a natural drummer

no matter which culture

which vision, which color

more than picking animal skin

chosen for qualities within

dried and cured, when mature

stretched judiciously, tuned

being selective, adding tension

determining its proper dimensions

breaking in its soul, testing how...

its voice is carried in the forest 

its echoes climbing the wind...

to speak ...and be answered 

lovingly, gradually making it taut...

shaping its voice, testing its call

leading its talk, making it walk

weaving its stories with spirits 

in phrases of beings s...

Rain song

Time... spoke to Space

said, i feel empty without you

Space did not reply

just hung there like a cloud

signaled it felt 

the same thing, too

like a war of the gods

an epic scene, 

opening before us 

in a glorious display 

a lightning strike sends 

raw power of brutal beauty

tearing a hole between 

clouds and earth

to a place on earths face 

never touched before

could have, would have... 

should have, does not apply 

didn't strike you this time

but you don't need to die

so take heed, please

go inside...

its a war... between the sky

the wind, clouds and Seas

howling winds ...

Uncurse you

i am your bastard child

one and the same...

i will be the one to lead the dream team

to fulfill a promise you made to yourself

you'd hoped could see your prodigy

As masters of  the game

collecting the bill

for the pain and the suffering

instill a sense of honor

to cover up the spill...

which stained your claim 

to a seat in Heaven

you could not fulfill

without falling in shame

because you didn't

just couldn't help yourself

and put it in the will

a seed cast aside

what pride could never kill

your propensity to violence

has been raised 

to both a science and art

Deaths Call

In the long dark corridors of the halls of death

a door opens, to a chaotic scene

full of torch lights, men and women,

oblivious to the intrusion

haivng a good time

laughing, singing, drunk 

Come all! join in battle

death holds a celebration

Show your skills

dance to the battle of will

against your other mothers brothers

those you must kill

Because, because if you don't kill them

they will kill your sons and daughters

In the halls of the brotherhood of man

all are equals now in death's grip no more

freedom from their divergent causes

reasons left to their graves, choices made

A Valhallan scene where heroes 

of all the righteous battles 

ever fought throughout e...

Damned Nation

Satanic rituals pervade some
wealthy individuals domiciles.

Nothing new to see here...
Just boredom and doubt?

Tweaking their hold on the worldly
Is what they're about

Got their hands on the reigns, calling shots...
Making wagers on wall street

Got me wondering to my frustration
Working my life for a belief, gone?

Sitting here thinking...
What does it take to damn a nation?

Should corruption, degradation of justice,
Artistic freedom, be rising signs

Hatred for any or no reason ...game
Open season to air perceived grievances

Some folks calling for another civil war
Haven't we been there before

Just who would it profit?
Or might this just be a coverup

For a new power grab?
To the victor go the spoils

Let the poor fight among themselves
A familiar brass ring

In a realm of cancerous corruption