The Cretaceous Prophecy

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The sand holds close the secrets of desert
While sirocco winds sing all its tunes
Accounting for gargantuan relics of life
Laid dispassionate amongst the ruins

Before the panorama was filled with drills
Monopolizing the landscape of the Easts
Stood a stupendous super massive continent
Home to astronomic super massive beasts

Enormous gardens green and healthy
A world of moisture, warmth, and air
In the majestic continent of Pangaea
Kingdoms of creatures living everywhere

Prey and hunter sought out life’s survival
Developed evolving strategies to procreate
The awesome and mammoth reptilian lords
Ruled all the world with their massive weight

One hundred eight million years or so
Dominion throughout the Mesozoic
Until earth was shattered by asteroid rain
In mass extinction the giants fell stoic

Mighty beasts crushed the smoldering arbor
Air thick of acrid smoke and smashed iridium
Very few species survived to tell their tales
Abundance of life was thrown into oblivion

Before they cried away their final breaths
Slipping into cretaceous extermination
They laid their vengeance upon the earth
Future mammals will bear condemnation

The Lizard Prophecy

Here then is the prophecy of the dinosaurs
Giving a warning to all future creatures
Once the dust from the harsh impact settles
And time erodes away all of their features

You’ll be spilling blood to fill your tanks
Confrontations will evolve into seditious fires
Wars will be waged to scour their remnants
Cultures will burn from power and desires

In holding true to the dinosaurian prophecy
Humans claimed dominion over all things
Scarred the earth with rapturous drilling
Without any reverence to what else may fall

The ginourmous dinosaur had once ruled the land
Every creature feared crocodilian abduction
Today there’s a newer dispassionate threat
Deranged Homo Sapiens bent on destruction

Too many people suffered to ply their remains
Many million murders we’ve allowed slip by
To suck fossil essences from beneath the sand
Until the thick power of petroleum runs dry

The sands are now spotted with oil and blood
Everlasting onslaughts waged to yield top power
The winds sing silent the pebbles just cry
Anticipating death from the next cosmic shower

Crumbs from the table

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Golden crosses and a silver chalice
Sanctimony at the highest palace
Who will save them who will care
Poor and wretched everywhere
Why should I
Even try?
They won’t even help themselves

They not poor just a lazy lot
Why should I give them what I’ve got
They can work hard, they are able
They can eat crumbs from my table
Why should I
Share my pie
They won’t even help themselves

I worked hard for what I’ve earned
I’m sorry they feel they’ve been burned
I’m no charity and its not my job
Let’s lock away the entire mob
Why should I
Care they die?
They won’t even help themselves

Because gratitude is a natural high
I share my bread with head held high
Go then hide behind your cross
Not sharing love will be your loss
Why should you
Cry or rue
You only care about yourself

Concrete Mistress

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The moment I met her she had my heart
When I was merely a wide eye child
She stole that heart held it firm in her hand
With reckless abandon our love ran wild

As I reached my prime she drew me in
Down the moonlit romantic streets
Seduced with the beautiful mysteries
Enticed my soul with heavenly treats

Lured in with her voluptuous secret
Oh the places she brought me to see
I swore to her my complete devotion
Allowed her to exert her magic on me

She’s my concrete mistress I love this city
I left her flat now I wallow in self pity
No matter what happens she’s always got my heart
It couldn’t last forever we knew it from the start

Left my home just to get deep inside her
We shared a love of the nethermost bonds
Together for always, now and forever
Along the boulevard of our beau monde

But all good things they must come to an end
Luxurious maintenance soared far too high
Packed all of my things and I then I moved out
Across the river where I stare and I cry

When I walked out the door she acted so livid
Vowed that with tears I will rue this day
She’s New York City and she’s my mistress
I wouldn’t want it any other way

She’s my concrete mistress I love this city
I left her flat now I wallow in my pity
No matter what happens she’s always got my heart
It couldn’t last forever we knew it from the start

New York I Love You!

Many years have passed
All has been forgiven
We get together often
It seems we both are driven
I recall all our days together
Best days I ever had
As I stare across the river
It always makes me sad
My city she’s a lady
Alive in every way
We shared a life together
I love her still today
Broke her heart when I left
But mine hurt so much more
The city she’s my mistress
And I’m the cities whore
I think of her so often
She always made me smile
I miss the way she held me
Showered me with guile
But still we have our memories
Relations of love and hate
I’d reside inside her if I could
Won’t say that its too late
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And I feel guilty not being with her
On that day she was attacked
My love for New York City
Goes far beyond abstract
Every time I see a vision
Of the mighty towers slide
It hits me in the stomach
That day part of me had died
Some people call her thoughtless
Some people say she’s shady
I know who she really is
New York she’s my lady

New York, I will always love you

Complex Relation

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Mom
You loved me at my worst
Yet always gave your best
And never let it phase you

Mothers are revered today
But you’re not here to share it
So in my heart I praise you

I know I wasn’t easy
I tossed you into turmoil
I wish I had been better

I know you wept in silence
Praying for me to get it
So I’m sending you a letter

I’ve always loved you deeply
And now I’m here to tell
How sorry I have always been
For putting you through hell

I’m sorry Mom
I didn’t think
I tracked in mud
I clogged the sink
You washed my mouth
Because I cursed
Soap tastes awful
But guilt tastes worse
Kids starve in china
Still no clean plate
Stayed out all night
Made you wait
You lost sleep
It made you grey
I wore you down
Would not obey
I rolled my eyes
I made a face
It never froze
It stayed in place
When you got angry
I had to scatter
Of have my head
On a sliver platter
You weren’t asking
You were telling
I knew this because
Of all the yelling
Had to listen
You had such clout
Or I’d get something
To cry about
Just so you know
I closed the fridge
And never jumped off
The Brooklyn bridge
But
If you were here today
You would hear me say
I think about you mom
Each and every day

Love you Mom

FEAR NOT

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Fear not old friend
The horizon is close
Discomfort at its ending

Fear not old friend
Soon you will see the light
There’s no more to be defending

Fear not old soul
You’ve passed the worst there is
The relief comes from the waiting

Fear not old soul
No answer is needed
You’re through with your contemplating

Fear not old man
You’ve completed your time
Once its over you’ll feel so warm

Fear not old man
The moment has arrived
What’s left is for you to conform

Fear not gentle soul
Close your eyes and relax
I’ll pick you up to let you fly

Fear not old friend
Allow me one last chance
One last moment to say goodbye

Peace

Ete Carinae

sstar

Bathed in nuclear glow
Luminous orange yellow
Glistening brazen phosphor
Of chestnut and morello

Born to die she dances
Many nebulas away
radiant beams a glowing
Awaiting judgment day

Explosive stellar energy
Cosmic dance floor queen
Spins across time and space
Grandiose galactic scene

Shimmering rays of magnet
Gushing from her toes
Cascade across the Macrocosm
Her beauty defies all prose

Hyper-nova pulchritude
Future star explosion
Will shine a universal glow
A gravitational implosion

Awestruck at the cosmic beauty
Vast mysteries uncurled
Ete Carinae rising star
Of the ever changing world

Pearl white robe

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World ablaze in hues of gray
Broken waves of grain
Judgment burns in brimstone clouds
From radioactive rain

Smoking billows choking life
Atmospheric hazy danger
Giant redwoods scorched and charred
Atomic structure re-arranger

In fearful judgment the world awaits
Eyes bleeding from the strobe
From her bench the judge resides
Dressed in her pearl white robe

Sentence claimed in Armageddon
A post apocalyptic sorrow
No colors left to form a rainbow
Flesh burning through tomorrow

Gavel is pounded fate be damned
“They brought it on themselves”
Records of biologic mischief
Came tumbling off the shelves

As the earth awaits its fates the judge in pearl white robe berates

Crimes against humanity
You’re guilty of insanity
Propaganda peddlers
Double helix meddlers
Mass destruction your intention
time for judgment intervention
Knowledge used constructively
Is what progress was meant to be
Swung a metaphoric sword
Act as if you were the lord
So now you answer to the judge
The pearl white robe without a smudge
Sparkling pure as driven snow
Passing judgment down below
Crucify you for your hate
Hand you your deserved fate
You’re the species of distinction
Sentenced to your own extinction

Old Man Young Man

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Old Man
I can see the ravages
Of misdeeds inappropriate
Neglected reflections
The overuse of opiate
Taking a toll

Young Man
Comes a time you know
Of transgressions bearing weight
Misfortune in your bones
Filling your heart with hate
Taking on the world

Old Man
Mesmerized with panic
Enterprises bear such heavy burden
Neglecting your repentance
For a life lived so uncertain
Of who you are

Young Man
One day you’ll wear his shoes
Be the one who owns the pains
Owns the hurting every day
Wondering if what yet remains
Is worth an effort

Old Man
Now’s your time to pay
They remember little of the good you’ve done
Curse your mention at their table
Then burn your image in their sun
Until it ends
Until it ends

Echo’s of the ghost (Nativity Scene)

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height of activity
ancient festivity
Foretelling captivity
scene of nativity

Bright light across the desert
Teaching us of the truth
Dark star hiding underneath
Swaddled was the youth

Three gifts we bring of omen all
The prophesy of his life
Read between the lines my friend
The king shall swing the knife

Richness first I give to thee
The boy must live in gold
Beware the hands that tread the pocket
Messiahs are bought and sold

This one brings the smoke of god
Heavens aroma to bring us close
Incense I light to bless the child
The fumes may prove morose

The final gift the word of truth
On foreheads of the dead
Bear the oil I spread on thee
Thine enemies let not tread

Keep looking deeper perhaps you’ll find the truth may be revealed
Life and death of the son of god the boys fate already sealed

Chronicle of prophesy
Written with hypocrisy
Tear down aristocracy
The newborn kings a mockery

Born the son of Mother Mary
From Nazareth he hails
Building cabinets with his Dad
Fate hammered out in nails

Then on one day immaculate
The birthing doth commence
The three revealing unto thee
Implications quite immense

One brings riches bags of gold
satisfying each and every need
But in his future sliver coins
Are what will make him bleed

Another lights his frankincense
To bring him close to heaven
Odds may not be in his favor
Pray seven come eleven

The last anoints his head with myrrh
Sacrement of dark forebodes
The boy will last till thirty three
A cross of many roads

To amplify the blessed event
The sky lit up the route
Hundreds flocked with open hearts
What is this all about

But every big reaction
Is bigger in reverse
Many heard about the birth
Believed it was a curse

Before two their heads will roll
King Herod would proclaim
All be dead before the sword
The baptizer bears the blame

And so it was upon that day
A culture would be mistreated
Years from now upon the lawns
The scene would be repeated

Death the Redeemer

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Shadow of sorrow
Crooked sly smile
Creeping the corner
Nefarious and vile

Reeking deathly odor
Cross upon the priest
Shouting last rites
Expelling the beast

Only one way out
Admitting the crime
Own up to the act
A confession in time

Gently he soothes
Removing the strife
Enticing the sinner
To forfeit his life

Its death the redeemer
Collecting the debt
For crimes of the heart
A blade soaking wet

Son take my hand
On this I insist
Power in your hand
Answer on your wrist

Sins have been written
Deep into cement
Death is a calling
Its time to repent

Release the dark faucet
Close with your breath
Close tightly the mirrors
Encounter your death