Dark Night of the Soul: The End
Frothy filth of humanity slowly brewing
boiling; reaching tipping point
baptized in fall,
spring showered corruption;
an extra sitting taking notes
if madness were self dialogue
my soliloquy's proof of insanity's embrace.
Under my voodoo I roam a silent preacher
ordained by innocent ideals and principals
a minister of petty pride; a mere observer
I look upon the image of God
an abstract artwork of little value.
Cliché sliced wrists, phrases of despair
bleeding mascara and hair gelled with grease;
tight crimson corset, outpouring flesh
Madame Domina, what of her subservient?
Curled toes jammed into ruby stilettos
Dorothy's a vagabond; ever tapping those heels
chasing taillights; she made Daddy mad.
A collection of gaunt men
and boys with emaciated features;
their beds just nature's padding
moss upon the grave of ancestors.
Ice blood trudging along the veins
as they stumble, haggard and alone
alive only through deep concentration;
glassy eyed street scholars
speaking with great emphasis;
poetry drowned in a cheap shot of vodka.
Faceted hearts, harlequin masks
unspoken arrangements and crying teens
dark souls feast on the kindred.
The world's a drowning ship
tears ink mutiny, civil unrest
whilst I stand a mere observer
watching them trample the very objects
with which they can plug the holes.
The potbellied politicians, modern orators;
subject to the privy eyes of the public
they hide under a guise; chameleon like
credits to the performing arts.
Tuppence used to collect favours
modern knights, cavaliers to the maidens
not so fare nor fair but a willing participant
tempus fugit?
Rather a budget deficit at an hourly rate.
Greased palms paid for ignorance
a turn of the face, raspy voices in dark streets
corners selling amphetamines;
news created in studios, in alleyways truth was raped
court cases thrown aside for mere entertainment
celebrities perusing the jury
they see no peers, just ordinary folks
and the innocent go unrepresented;
inside I utter, “Bloody murder”.
Judges caress Lady Justice
sexual harassment, eyes of a predator
Lucifer shining upon the herd
media plugged ears, so his sermons unheard of.
The cattle trampled his army,
dined upon his peers for dinner
and crucified his brother for lunch;
then wrote a book- no true accountability.
The boiling pot of all that is human
skewed- cheap and the froth seeps
in the crevices of society;
crooks hide amidst graves of innocents
skeletal remains all but commonplace
locks clasped tight, chained armoires
and the lost float upon the dead
the mud, shanty towns and potholes
bitumen long worn down by bare feet.
Soles blistered; an empty stomach bloated
intestines, bodily fluids and organs,
excrement of the poor.
And as the accumulated sins of the wicked
tide down upon the ignorant;
the vulgar gathered, knee-deep in roasted flesh
the skin off the back of their peers;
peering above, straining to look for some saviour.
The bells and screams
a burning whorehouse;
it rained blood that day when they asked
begged “Save us!”
Clouds formed the face of God
silently watching; a plague of flies
and vultures eat the last of their kind.
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