scorned, and smirks come about

clench your fist once against

for railing against the skies matters not.

not when you have nothing to spare,

to give.

that’s the currency,

forget philosophical debates

on what is, or is right

it matters not at the end of the day

which is why

the highway is filled with the masses,

masses gravitate to what is obvious.

surely it is clear?

clear, like the water distilled

without sediments,

and it is easy to watch sediments gravitate

towards denser materials,

not so much when it comes down to life

on what gravity does to vices and virtues.

for labels are all there is this day,

the quick and obvious

quite plain!

you see. i do too.

foul play.

the masses like a herd of some animals

rush towards … …

utopia.

quick fix when endless pain

needs to be numbed.

you hear don’t you?

you feel don’t you?

you are hesitant now … …

preach, preach, preach

sermons are dry.

when the sea does not part,

a clever story is made up.

i hear, i see, i sense,

as do you.

material world,

it is what everyone wants,

and much of everyone are hypocrites.

no one dares point out!

sssshjhhh …. clever game

ending

in what is expected.

clever never out smarted fate/god.

it is impossible to distinguish these days,

what is real,

when real is touch, quick fix

who can we blame when the house is up in smoke?

put out the fire,

no one is watching, they are catching up

with the joneses,

quite clear. distilled water

is easy to tell, not so much with quality of life,

or after life.

does anyone believe in afterlife?

or do masses gravitate

to the neighbor

grinning: i got more.

feel the tug yet?

not yyyy eeee tttt?

you will soon, it happens

even to the best,

to peter, a disciple of christ

unable to tell what a rooster cry means.

3 times, in some other language, or religion,

it is salvation,

3 a charm.

3 damned.

which is it?

rooster settles down

in my bed,

unable to sleep

toss and turn

till the morning comes.

it cried out all the time,

damn rooster!

malfunction,

like your dreams and mine,

spoiled

by foul actors

we proclaim it is me,

and you,

and god has become just another bedtime

story … … children fall fast asleep to.

god loves you.

fire burns now,

where is this god?

immersed in games, like human games

try to tear apart

cannot.

clouds, gray, nuances,

fading into one simple black and white

when accusations come about.

it is on the street,

widely knowned,

as if that means anything

if time was a guage,

this balance … … unwanted.

apart

• power
• demand
• executes
• another head falls off.
• cry.
• does it matter?
• no. not really.
• when everyone grins … … walks on.

walk on … … the dawn is not near,

it is in memories

stirred up

only when the drifter stops.

stops. halts. not hesitates.

makes a stand,

yes – that is what it take

for the skies to bend,

an impossible task,

hypocrites smile and walk on

ready to embrace

the same lies as always.