Political Nature

"The spots on the wall are moving,"
said the elephant man to the donkey boy.
The two animals looked together
and noticed a spot society.

Being the socialites they were,
they decided to play god.
The donkey boy apreciated individuality
while the elephant man squashed a few.

As the donkey boy learned
about the spots on the wall,
the elephant man got drunk off the power
and the exhausting activities put both to sleep.

In the morning the spots had run rampant
and multiplied at an exponential rate.
They became too many for even these gods
said the donkey boy, "what did you create?"

The new gods soon found
that the spots brought disease and famine
and infection spread to elephant and donkey
as well as the spots on the wall.

The elephant man did not show interest
because the spots fueled his hunger
for power and control.
This lead to war.

The donkey boy was more involved
but super involvement lead to
destitute and depravity.
War and poverty Raged in their small room-

at the edge of time and dimension.
the ultimate animals in both elephant and donkey
became the inheritors of the world
when the spots and men were gone.

Past Life dreams in current time.

Where are you my gentle child?
Where are you my lost one?
memories of another life-
say, "seek you 'fore this one's done."

And yet in dreams I've found you
where my heart has felt complete-
but every day I wake to nothing
oh! the empty mornings I greet...

Who is this thought that comes with silence
in between my wake and sleep-
this agony burning with so much violence
knocks me out, into dreams I retreat.

one day I'll wake and know truth
of what might have came of an early ended youth
these dreams and pictures of a child lost
my re-occurring nightmare, my holocaust.

And every night I hear your screams
in a former life I've seen in my dreams.

Least Expected

The darkness descends
like a curtain at the end-
and god damns the hour
enough to turn mother's milk sour.

babies cry
and people die
and day comes again-
the sun brings the flames.

At night the soul burns blue
in black darkness true
do not deny the brutal end
when his immortal darkness descends-

and you pray to god in vain
if he exists, he's insane
look at the world you call home
each mother's child dies alone-

and the tailor fits your suit
as you get old and die in youth
I can claim no greater truth
than he hates each and every one of you.

As you sing your mortal song
you couldn't be more wrong
but I must lay me down instead
comfortable in my bed-

till I'm at the end, the total sum
is when the darkness comes.