a come down world view from on high

some-tin-can-tan-man
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
in the skies
clouds streaming down
hi-speed downsload online power lines
pavement-red trees ripe for slicing
and many motored mobiles moving
i see these incessant seas of disease
in roving throes of twos and threes
drunken eyes of manned machines
madness is sporadic maelstroms
tornadic hail storms whispering
lightning peals
of eclectic ills
the meek willed and weak be killed
the party’s all in pink
its all happening
its happening now
this Eden scene reality
happy masses spending spree
breeds palmistry lost honesty
espirit de corps in manistry
the trenchmouth of a diarrhetic mind
the media of waste and waists
culture crowd
cry crass and proud
there is nothing reprobate
WE are all there is to hate
we’ve lost our sense in satin sets of
scents and sins in suddenness

now is the beginning of then
love is the beginning of fears
time is the beginning of when
hate is the start of smears

i am forever tears
and woodwind promises
singing softly
sighing what the seaweed sees
screaming as the seaweed streams
strings of steaming
arty-choked minds
and children dreaming
brain washed carbon cycles
power washed spirochetes
imminent demise by sunrise
Media theatrics of medium minds
like mediums find
gallows galvanizing
Gallup Polls as Mesmer rising

truth is news
but the news aint truth
and that aint news
but it is the truth

the rude uncouth pursueth youth
to chase the shadows backward
progressive eye
see no wrong
and shame is yet a choice
silence none
let us sing
but only in one voice
our world’s a stage
of gilded age
a rounded cage of ageless rage
and HIStory is a sexist word
a reckless neckless Texas word
afraid of path ahead of us
afraid of rain bloodstained with rust
afraid of pain for there is gain
enflamed estranged defamed with trust
be shamed be shamed be shamed
we must
i’ll work me up
till i explode
a goldenrod that never glowed
a farmer whom has never sowed
i’ll toe a line hence never toed
in dirt the truth is never soiled
in earth its known and never spoiled
in trees with leaves it breathes unseen
the breezes that will never leave us
if Jesus pleases may it seize us
all consuming never leave us
please O God may it never leave us
and only then
can it free us