Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking – without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control – or else we attenuate Words of

II. The Wolves Are Released

The wolves are released & they’re ready to feedBlindly & ineffectually sharpening their teethSalivating over the vision of this torn dressApathy mixed with nothing but pain to bequeath Image by Comfreak from Pixabay 

The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls

The world is full of villains & misguided soulsTrying to drag us down to where they forever dwellThey take advantage & find ways to get elected on liesSummoning their teams of bureaucrats to send us to hellThey have money, power & zero regard for the truthYou’d have to be deaf, dumb & blind to not

Passing quietly in the night

Passing quietly in the night Unbeknownst to a blind eye Distractions turning nervous Youthful visions of a divided sky Perpetual beauty left ravished Smudged but steady on course Redemptions readily available Without the gale’s full force

Anaïs Nin

  “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” ― Anaïs Nin