Monday, June 15, 2009

I feel the future appraoching... it's cold breath leaves you tired and pensive, not refreshing or regenerative...

Many earthquake swarms lately in and around the San Andreas fault that runs down the state, also Arrowhead and Santa Cruz. Lots of little ones are much better than pent-up reserves releasing all at once, but they are all kind of unnerving... Not sure what's up, but every time I start feeling like this, some kind of shit goes down, and it is rarely much fun. We're overdue, and that doesn't help.

For the last couple of years, my poetry has shifted over to the dark side of the Force. To wit,

Quote...

Surreptitious... 11/14/2006

Furtive glances, one to another
Across a crowded coffee-bar
In Damascus.

Hushed conversations,
Figures lurking quietly
Along the walls,
By the embassy.

Hooded looks,
Hidden words,
Secret nods.

Stolen cars,
Old but still running,
Large sedans,
Mostly.

Large cargo,
Easily driven
by Children
Selected for the
Purpose.

Carpets of lies
Born of ignorance
And ancient hatred
Form the foundation...

Each floor
Is designed for
Death,
Each doorway for
Murder.


To die
In this meaningless
Web of lies
And deceit
Is what they
Live for,
And hatred is the
Only love
They will ever
Know...

Once again,
The brief light,
The great sound
That breaks hearts
And takes breath away...

Once again,
The drama of
Hate and worship,
In pious disguise,
Plays itself out
On the stage
Where the only
Players are
The ragged fools
Destiny and evil
Move around on the
Game board.

Once again,
Murderers kill
And fools cheer
Another useless death
Of one who
Only wanted
Peace...


Wrong time,
Wrong world,
Wrong race,
Wrong book.
Lying tongues,
Flaming egos...
The killers of
History
Beckon to
Another generation of
Fools.

“Come...
Bring me your
Children,
And I will make them
Martyrs to my politics.
I will make you
Stupid with the
Choking passion of
Self-loathing, and
You will not know
The difference.
I will make you
Take on yourselves
This yoke of
Evil
That Hell may
Be populated with you,
As I have commanded
Since the first
Day.”

“Come and know.
Come and die...”


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Or,

Quote

The Baker Street Curb

The curb
has drunk
the last part of
the undigested
cocktail
left there by
the previous
reveler...
and
Absorbed the
final
breath of
the murder victim.

It has
comforted
the homeless ones
by being
their hard
pillow,
and been
the playmate of
the orphans
of war and
disease.

It can't be
friendly,
it can't show
compassion to those
who need,
who bleed,
who live and die
in its
cold embrace...

It just limits
the reach of
the gutter
on a cold, windy
street...

Don't expect
too much...
Hell, it's
just a damned
Curb.


Copyright Ó 2005 by Barry D. Morris
All rights reserved

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And 1 more...

Quote...

Urban Legend... 200509

The guy with the sexy hair and the pocket comb
The man with the plan
The badass with a pistol in his pocket
Who thinks that makes him god
He isn't… he is…
Only an unknown face in the faceless masses
Who live and die every day in the City
Noone knows them
Noone cares
It's so true the shepherd said
What is truth Pilate asked,
Of the right man at the wrong time
Where did it come from asked the cop
What car ran over you old man
He died with no answer
Everybody knew
It was the aliens again
Kidnapping children and old folks in the dead of night
Noone believes them
They know
It was one of the black Suburbans
Men in Black
Like everything else that doesn't exist here
in this hellish fantasy...
An urban legend

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Hope you enjoyed it.

Bud