no way out…

to keep
the beast
contained
he carefully
designed
the box
its frame
was nailed
with
solid planks
of
oak
stronger
than
human hate
each plank
was
nailed
with
fear
from
the inside
to
prevent
the beast
from
pushing
the panels
out
and when
man
constructed
and
tested
the design
it
worked

 

insurrection…

when what defines life
has been removed by men’s greed
then death holds no fear
since the fear of death is gone
the tyrannized revolt armed

elders…

ancient eyes stare down
surveying the world below
seeing mankind now
how it’s changed over time
cherishing these hillside graves

shall we dance…

the brown bag prophet
was holding
a most unusual sign
given
what
he
had said
previously to me
about
religion
it read
you must believe
when
i questioned him
about
this matter
the prophet
said
faith
is necessary
it
gives
meaning
to
meaningless
human
agendas
fills
the void
created
by
an impending death
it’s like
having
one of those
old dance cards
a card
completely
filled out
for the evening
knowing
all the while
there’s
only
one dance
left

chasing our tails…

we invent things
to
believe in
it’s the nature
of
man
the void we live in
makes
it necessary
to
have some
purpose
in
the universe
a universe
where
even the planets
and
stars
are surrounded
by
the dark
and
airless
void
we
search for others
on distant stars
not
so much for
scientific reasons
but
in the hopes
that
they
may have found
the
purpose
which
has
eluded us
till then
we continue
to
invent things
to
believe in