Dear Children,
the best of the worst,
or the worst of the best?
Do you really have a choice?
Was that ballot card marked,
stacked, and counted,
long before your birth?
Dear Children,
the best of the worst,
or the worst of the best?
Do you really have a choice?
Was that ballot card marked,
stacked, and counted,
long before your birth?
Still breathing
Living still
From oceans deep
an immortal spill
The waters testing
in the fullness of time
What’s in your heart?
Who’s on your mind?
Having received
the Love Memorandum
from Planet Freedom
Regarding that love
that doesn’t change
in the wildest of weather
and through all that’s strange
Of love forged
in the fires of forever
Love that gives meaning
and substance
to this existence
A love that never fails
like the latter rains
of a summer harvest
Can you measure
a bird of flight
by the weight
of a single feather?
Can you look
into the face of a child
and not see
the deepest treasure?
Yellow, black,
brown, or white …
love divine
is at the heart
of the matter
Where hatred
is a raging river
there’s a purpose
for the yet to be
hero of great valour
who sees beyond
the muddied surface
More precious
than gold or silver
that wide eyed innocence
The loving potential
of the truly essential
… Imaginessence
I am the beast
of least resistance
The organ grinder
upon humanity’s back
The Alpha Influencer
on your social media
The leader of the pack
waving a borrowed bible about
Whilst high as a kite
on the aphrodisiac
of greed and corruption
I am the crack
in all creation
🙈 🙉 🙊
The good, the bad,
the beautiful, and the ugly,
in the broken mirror of time
all staring back at me.
When Planet Earth
was first given birth,
a world of wonder and beauty,
it was all good.
Could be. Should be.
Four seconds to midnight,
at the stroke of eternity,
the Spirit challenges me
. . . “CHANGE!”
Why the tears my dear friend?
Fear and trepidation
throughout the land
The future is coming down fast
Those good times
they just couldn’t last
A world of disorder hitting the fan
The pride of humanity
of glorious consciousness
upon a red carpet of vanity
this slipstream of existence
glimpsed but momentarily
through a blur
they loosely call reality
with a cry to the most high
through a clear blue sky
“Why are you hiding from me?”
Is Love
just another
four letter word
given a death sentence?
Is the weight of Hate
greater than a feather?
With Anubis guarding
a mythical entrance
to a heavenly existence?
You’ll need to travel light
if you wish to transcend
beyond the broken ground
of this forsaken Placebo Town
Upon a Dragon’s Breath
(and the Persistence of Grace)
This existence
an enigma
A never ending search
for perfection
all wrapped up
in a shroud of destruction
From a mirror shattered
humanity’s bloodied
and battered reflection