I’ve known years

I’ve known years
Where the sweetness
Went out of the honey
And all that was left
Was the tasteless jelly

When the grey clouds
Droned gloomily in the sky
And even when the sun shone
The song veiled the light

I did not know myself
I could not tell the shadow
From the candle in my room
And I lived blindly alive
Unknown by my parents

Until she came along
And tore right through the curtain

Have you ousted?

Have you ousted the totalitarian state?
Or did it trike the surface
You’ll see an island topped with white
And think it looks nice and wholesome

Evil like an underwater volcano eruption
The magma grow like a malignancy
Beneath the surface of the sea, disturbing, shaping
who hate it constantly for fear of inking

Yet it break the surface of the ocean
And build a democracy on ashes
And people are in awe of it newness
And forget the fire and the crash

And standing a mountain of evil
They build a hall to the devil

I helped build the pyramid

I helped build the pyramid for the pharaoh
My vote was my slave-hood
We raised it high up to the sky
A symbol of his god hood
We thought we were all involved
In creating a brand new world
But when the cap went on the top
Our vote counted for nothing

Time has proved one thing about our king
He was not the man he thought he was
I watched a grave robber steal his things
And saw his grey corpse crumbling

Stand aide

Stand aside
You politicians
Please do
What I say
The time has come
For changes now that
Love is on the way

Stand aside
You arms dealers
Turn guns
Into hay
War is ending
In one crushing
Love is on the way

Take off your clothes
You educators
Of the world
At war and play
For a new form
Of education
Love is on the way

Notes

I have been reading the magazine Index which is full of great writing. “Stand aside” I think, could be a song. My interests in ancient history and geology/geography and the bible have played a part. If any s or w is missing from words its because my laptop keyboard among other things has gone funny since the new windows updates pushed themselves onto me. I’m not sure about how these poems read, maybe too foolish, maybe not. I wonder about democracy and if it is all that it makes out to be.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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