Unrest

It appears so clearly
The darkened son was right all along.
We cannot handle the noise
we fall and fall and fall.

The option to numb
Seems right to me.
I am burned and tired
Ready to succumb.

A great war for what,
reason and pain?
What fools of glory
Will do to attain.

My 5 senses I plea!
Make no sense to me.
I revert to stand
but fall and fall and fall

The long black cord tightens
Then Hisses his name.
Cinches up his pleasures and thoughts
My body; the game.

Vanity Zombification

Appeasing the broken lonely crowd.
A mass of meat and stoic to the beat.
A mass of hairspray stuck on group-discrete.
You lose your purpose tonight,
By shifting your face to makeup and desperate.
and gliding into your nightly ambulate.

Stay,
The beauty of you.
Remain,
To self love and truth.
And claim,
Your wretched twin of youth,
With guns, knives, and blades.

You enter,
A wolf-pack of desperation.
Lambs with signs that say “Eat here!”
Pointing to their chest.
How is emptiness so praised and weighted?
So you empty your innards then go to dance,
Zombie whore who fell for the trance.
Turn back your purple bloody face,
You were never meant to see this place.
Return to your previous existence.
Your first estate and class.

If needs be, allow less oil

There is pain this hour
There is joy this same hour
Two human beings born to bear
Their own kind of blessing.

“Its so beautiful this night.”
“Please God remove this man from me.”
We are equal.
My burden so different

Moon Speak!
People, please dim your lights.
Allow the moon to speak.
We have enough pollution
In our minds,
Please dim your lights.

So speak, dear moon.
You shine.
The stars shine.
The sun shines.
Why can’t we?
Moon. Speak, speak, speak.
While this perfect cool haze is with me.
Its Blue.
We are Illuminated.
It's Quiet.
So Speak.