F.E.A.R.

Estranged in this world where suicidal thought is a prescribed norm

Estranged in this world where suicidal thought is a prescribed norm

Where always the last song is awaiting the appearance of the last gong

Everything is bad, always horribly sad

Planes are killing people, people are chasing metal birds

Two pillars are slowly free falling,9/11

death of pristine mind and number seven

Where are “omnipotent they”?

If you can catch them

pray…or find a new way

News are there so yuo can loose

bring your Boose, bring the well-oiled gun

Watching it will be great fun!

What was said, who was seen in the other man's bed

Very important things, Saturn and his rings

Black Cube firing shadows and dreams

Spitting fire, wearing old attire

Satan is always the guilty party,

malarkey

Nobody wants to take the blame

because: We are not the same

We know more, you know less

Are you not impressed?

Christians are calling Jesus to take center stage

so they can live in blameless romance

Muslims are waiting for him

All religions such as godless Trill

Who will win?

In a waiting game with no shame

Buddhist….who cares

They are wearing strange wares, anyway

This way…Please

All religions are strange and highly questionable nutrition

odd decisions, one can make

Strange paths, he or she will take

Transmutation of the mind

Or, All are just Blind?

Spiritwalker,He is not much of the talker these days

Who knows the true depths of his ways

In the mountain, in the sun, in the wind he lays

Strange world, stranger thoughts, and stranger things

All trying to achieve immaculate win

What to listen, who to know

Or just lay low

for a while…

Take it all with a smile…

Go chase your own dreams, catch your own thought

Dont be bought, by the false preachers

decorated, inglorious teachers, who know all

Dont join the suicidal Ball

The Orange Saviour is in town

Again he is loud, he has come to make you proud

Again…

The CGI Biden has been seen

Maybe I am wrong all was just an annoying dream

He is “Not Your President”,dont you know

Bow….

To this Great man, the leader of your Brave land

Put your empty head further in the sand

Masks are trying to come back

Another hack,dont be a slack…

Another drill in the human will

Will he take the bait, Maybe

Turn the new fresh slate?

The crowd is going wild, It is a Hail Mary pass

Will this world last?

Q is back, new information is on the right track

Please come back, he is calling

Very loving…aren't you comming?

Flat, Hollow, or Globe?

Maybe is all done in Adobe…

Food for thought, Take some

dont dine alone…

The white man is again bad

He is one to blame for this state this rotten game

Other races are blameless, they are not really here

Please interfere, save them from themselves, or burn in hell

Are you not racist?

Take the bate and join the neverending game

with no shame…dont be late

It is a fun world, full of important stories that must be told

What will happen next?

Tyrannosaurus REX?

Is he alive, or even he is a made-up lie?

Aliens from space are joining this frantic race

There are from space…

Dont you know, cross your fingers and

Enjoy the show…

Will this world last or join the silence of the past

Silence of the lambs, All animals are in a wilful trance

Will Otto Rahn end this estranged romance?

Mouth of madness, sadness, or much more

your personal Egregore?

Born in wildfire, gun for hire

Dreamtime, illusive empire, naked pyre

sleepless quagmire…burning slowly in blue fire

The whole world is your oyster

Blue Öyster Cult:

I have realized that I am sandboxed again, more than ever before…but if nothing else I will write for me and maybe for a few others….When I sense I have overstayed my welcome, I will just disappear…

No goodbyes, no happy words, no tears….”Only songs will remain”

It is extremely hard for me to participate in this nonsense…Why I am still writing to be honest I dont know.

I really dont.

Maybe this “Age” doesn’t need poets or writers…only N.E.W.S.

I can not be Addicted To Chaos…I am way past that point, ” story” in my life here in this place…

Cheers!

Dedicated to: Seraphim and his Family

I hope all is good and healing can begin,

You are never alone, my brother.