Poetry: 1989-1993


Quills

Nightmare



Are you falling
star spangled banner?
Red white and blue!

Red stained hands claimed it!
White the darkness that blinds!
Blue the wounds that fester.

Behind that reassuring smile
waves the promising talent.
Conforming to the pleasures

of the padded vest.
Dream while you may
deadly standard of living.

Rising from the ashes,
screeching bird of prey,
with red flecked talons.

Sparks thought from flint
striking doused tinder minds
under hatred's deafening roar.

We landed on this...
shoring up a lifestyle.
Too poor is the mind

seeking to destroy
the rhythm of our passing.
To feed you must kill

bell tolls from towers
of the everlasting spirit.
Sin manifests flesh

I've tasted its fruit
and fed Its roots.
Pain's source indeed.

No claims on truth
Truths only lie
lament its crashing.

The way of Romul and Rem!
Wolf suckled hero's
twined in their leaden

Bliss. We seek
to endlessly endure
power oft abused.

Comforted by their
abrasive textured values.
Conforming to a role.

Pax Americana!
Everlasting!
Shining son.

Or at least
Madison will install
a New think slogan.

Anyone can be the President!
No one knows the people...
Tapeworm rots our Apple.

Know of the ledge
off which you peak,
fear not The valley.

From whence you came
so shall ye reap.
A flaming cloud

For
Content
Sheep.


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