I saw it happen right there in the front with
the pastor praising the lord.
His hands up, eyes closed;
“Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven!”
Content in his love and devotion
as a Master of faith he
continued his proclamations;
“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil!”
Not a mere mortal on display, this pastor
guided by the warmth of prayer as
A beacon of truth and all that is good;
“For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.”
This messenger reminds with open arms,
welcoming any and every one interested
in hearing the word of the lord;
including myself, sitting in a
back pew all alone.
He now regales,
“All glory belongs to God!”
Praying for all in his presence
as he believes is his calling,
he must practice every Sunday.
And then they shot him dead.
A bullet fired off in church by
one of the most devoted;
that self-proclaimed Jesus who
would sometimes scare the children
dancing and swaying while
speaking in tongues.
Another death in the name of God
and open space to claim the most righteous!
“I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself.”
What a concept, a scary notion,
to give self up completely
to someone else –
Finding the right person
and surrendering yourself
to a new kind of love.
I hesitate with these thoughts,
like a drunk stumbling through
more questions;
Maybe someone else
has these answers,
if having the same dreams night by night.
The hollow place inside
has never been traversed;
waiting for the brave explorer to
make shore upon a new world.
In my silence, I seek out my confessions;
a flicker of hope and inspiration
perhaps you’d hear them
and think the same.
They started us young
with that dystopian shit.
Empowering fresh minds to engage
with rebellious thoughts against authority.
Self-righteous themes crowning one
as destined to dream
of a future when there’s a time and a
place to call to action;
practicing what was so deliberately taught.
They saw it coming and still they did nothing.
The only proof I see now is
staring back at me from my page.
We were told they’d always be watching,
they’d never stop listening;
a child’s new understanding of
what a monster is and who is
really lurking in the shadows.
I wish it was a fairy tale and not the
Orwellian nightmare slowly unfolding
creeping into our reality.
Watching the world fall faster,
because it’s easier to hate than speak
Listening to leaders unfit to lead,
unfit for society.
The real aliens among us who infect and decimate,
all that was once true.
There’s a sorrowful longing sitting
in the bottom of my chest
Gurgling with every thought, every breath
haggard in uneasiness
I work at feeling different
Hoping that fate actually exists
That there’s a break in this evil;
a coming shift of the wind.
I lost my heroes to apathy
as I sit in their absence.
Leaders no longer sympathetic
to the trials of the average (wo)man.
Sorrow can become murderous.
Anger is easy, if so tested.
No surprises then, as the threats
get louder and challenged.
When faced with no alternatives,
it’s easy to forget about life and death;
a soldier must fight his enemy
no matter the situation.
Every breath becomes a silent proclamation
of determination,
simply stated that –
you evil fuckers will never
EVER win.
I’ve never been so content
with this little hand
so soft and gentle
holding onto mine.
Once a wish turned to reality,
a dream that was never to be;
grateful for the opportunity
and all of the love now
surrounding.
We build up these walls here
safe in our happiness.
It’s easy to forget
all of the turmoil and unsettledness
hanging in the air.
Sheltered from those,
silent as the dead of night.
The zombies among the other haunts
too focused on their thirst for blood
to understand humanity
and that we’re all the same.
Thank God for those precious,
innocent eyes;
focused bright on a sunshine filled
future.
Guiding us all through the flames
of evil
as if shrouded by the lifting white light
of Heaven
we hope still exists.
The Fat little boy never grew up
Destined for ‘greatness’
standing on the bodies
others.
The stupid piggy’s now in charge
Claiming hero of the world
while raping little girls.
An irrelevant avatar
of evil who is close to meeting
his end.
Nothing special, he’ll die like all the rest.
The cult is fragile
driven by fear
poisoned by
selfishness, hatred, racism, and corruption.
One by one those bastards will fall.
Hoping they take down each other,
instead of coming after us all.
Those involved will never be forgotten.
You monsters will be tried,
either here or in Heaven.
Or whatever collective space is saved
for the nightmares of our world.
I am grateful for another year ❤
Muse Writer 