Dire is the End (Poem)

Peter pays for Paul in this wicked age Dire is the end of this system of slaves Bemused by dazzling paltry things As the land turns to desert And the seas are besieged Poison air and plastic rain Pesticides pollute the plains Nothing left to call pristine As we capitalize off all the living

eL LiZARD (Poem)

Look how you talk to me
See what you do

‘They know not’ is not an option
I see better days without the sight of you

“You did this, You did that”
Is all I get from day to day

Everything is an argument
The contradictions blow my riddled mind away

Sometimes I sit and ponder on my ponderer’s thinking fist

Why can’t you see my Wonderbare?
My heavyheartedness?

Welcome to Judgment Day (Poem)

How did the persecuted become the persecutors? When did the meek become the misers? Since when is hypocrisy the religion of the one true God? The hows and whys are a tale too twisted to fully comprehend. But a wise man once said all truth will be revealed in the end.

The day of judgment is upon us and it’s coming on strong. Judge not or you will be judged by the exact measure of judgment you cast before God.