Neither Howl Nor Whimper Doom

 

 

Fastened to a dying animal…

perspective of mountains,

Sunday morning crowds.

 

What part of what I call

myself don´t I understand?

 

It´s all for show, although,

it does get a bit tar baby-ish

sometimes.

 

That nagging feeling

perpetually in the background,

the itch you can´t scratch;

is any of this real?

 

No wonder people have faith in

the Everlasting (whatever name

they give it).

 

Placebos can have a profound effect.

Gothic Zen Doom

 

 

The monk sat, facing the wall.

And he sat…

and he sat…

and he sat.

He sat through the weather,

the seasons came and went,

he grew old

as he sat

as he sat

as he sat.

One day,

the wall in front of him crumbled,

as if it had had enough.

 

The monk got up and walked away

as if nothing had happened.

Gothic Doom Poem #2

 

Yes, the sky is falling.

Birds are falling from the sky.

Teens are falling from fentanyl.

Society falling due to brainwashing.

 

It´s a runaway train…

it´s Frankenstein´s legacy.

They make monsters of the young;

Orcs to do their bidding

in politics

in sports

in entertainment

in industry.

 

This is reality now,

not the promised Disney realm…

that was always a façade for the Eloi.

 

The Morlocks emerge from

their caves to attend the latest

gala event, glittering with stolen

wealth, hungry for meat and 

thirsting for blood.

Gothic Doom Poem

 

I know, things are bad enough…don´t be

writing about doomy gloom, Sonny.

But,

sometimes when you go over the edge,

you get to the other side…

as my teacher wrote in a poem to me:

 ¨Hopelessness is dynamite.¨

He also said:
¨Things get very clear

when you´re cornered.¨

 

If there are going to be one hundred

different sexes, I can flaunt my

doomy gloominess, my self-identity,

 to the world.

 

I don´t have to write much.

All you have to do is look at it.

 

Here´s the music that goes with this poem:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIdV7hJfz9s

News Note

Elon Musk said he felt ¨he almost died¨

after taking his second booster jab.

How much of a genius is he if he took

it in the first place?

On the other hand, his fame will draw

attention to what is an obvious problem.

Mindfill

 ¨Clothes make the man.¨ Shakespeare

 

Streets filled with people in drab clothes,

projecting drab souls.

¨Mindfill¨ of discursive trash, continuously

recycling itself, not to purify but to

perpetuate, not enough room for

independent thought, going through the

motions dictated predictable by senseless

mind garbage.

 

How can you have free will if you have no

control of your mind?

The War Of The Ozes

 Two different factions with two different scenarios:

 

The Patriots, taking down the deep state…

quantum computer, medbeds, global financial reset,

Tesla free energy…a new Golden Age.

 

The ¨deep state¨, creating a fascist socialist paradise

that never came true in history and isn´t coming true now.

Do you put your faith in either?

 

If so, I have a bridge to sell you.

Guest poet Newcomb Greenleaf ¨The Sands Of Time¨

 

Sand Poem #2

 

SAND POEM #3

 

Fecund Minimum

 

Bare light bulb hangs down,

half a bottle of milk in the

refrigerator.

A grey Monday through

half opened window blinds.

 

Through with the relationship,

the job,

the house is gone.

Nothing left to do but start over.

 

How rich the first taste of cigarettes

and coffee this morning!