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Y o u r              m a s k
Y o u r              d a r e

D   i   s   t   a   n   c   e
Y o u r             s t a r e

O u r                 l i n e
t o           n o w h e r e

Best ignore

Best ignore old building seven
Dust the others into piles,
Parts of people gone to heaven,
Hose from streets and domiciles.

Independent science folks,
Spotting iron within the clay,
Take away their microscopes,
Out of hand dismiss their say.

Frozen in the toxic blur,
Tiny elemental spheres,
Crazies they agree to spur,
Ending early their careers.

Airways clogged instilled the rush,
Buried there and caked with ash,
Traumatized we squint and hush,
Blind to where the truth they cache.

You’ve had an operation

You’ve had an operation,

No chemical sedation.

Shock and awe has split your mind.

Now the truth you leave behind.

It happened when you were awake,

Early morning, few mistakes.

The probe inserted near the eye

Wiggled round till by and by,

The program once uploaded,

Hid buildings that exploded.

Suspects named before days end,

Television so pretend.

An operation in reverse

Psychologically perverse.

Drawing us out

Drawing us out,
Beauty’s objective.

What it’s about,
Being selective.

Inside and out,
Beauty demands it.

Without out a doubt,
Beauty our transit.

Beauty the route,
Out of our sand pit.

Trusted sources

Drilling for their schemes

Signaling their teams

Billowing smoke screens

Mixing with our dreams

Shipping off the beams

Propaganda teams

Told us what was real

Shocked us made us squeal

Questioners suppressed

Kept the lid depressed

No one goes to jail

Guilty of fire sale

But wizardry does spell

Eternity in Hell.

Stoned age

The dating of the stone,
She thought it would declare,
When someone stacked it there.

Truth—is as old as God— by Emily Dickinson

Truth—is as old as God—
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity—

And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.

Snooze refused

A lengthy nap, four days at rest,
His snooze refused, his chest compressed.
Death lets us go at God’s command,
It bows to Holy reprimand.

Be still

To challenge norms,
To have us learn,
He forms the storms,
While in the stern.

We drop the sail.
We toss about.
And stoop to bail
The ocean out.

We trust in Him.
We bend the knee.
And by His Word
He stills the sea.

Inspired by Mark 4:36-41

“And when they had sent away the multitude, they took him even as he was in the ship. And there were also with him other little ships. And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish? And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? And they feared exceedingly, and said one to another, What manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?”

Monarch

The girl, she’s drugged, abducted.
The narratives constructed.
The victim shares your slouch.

Unflattering they picture her,
The re-enactment partly blur,
You view it from your couch.

As a monarch paralyzed,
Sedated and demoralized.
You never feel the ouch.