The Symbol of Death…The Mask of Deceit

The mask of death is fear

Clothed in anxiety depression

And the citizens of the world are scared to death

And the only significant death is pandemic style

Deeply imprinted in the minds of the schooled but not educated

Thinking void non existent

Moving along with the crowd to controlled destiny unknown

The savior of life has become the mask

While the aged are lonely and confused alone

Transitioning in isolation while loved ones flounder in personal fear

Indecisive afraid of their own demise disguised

While others have become outcast like those who self deport to the homeland

Exhausted from the effort of saving life yet facing cultural death

And the “experts” and “leaders” frolic in tyrannical authority

What is truth in the narrative always suspect like fake news

Does anyone anybody any entity know truth fact reality

And the herd ridicule deride among themselves in hostile encounter of compliance

Behavior capitalized across boundaries of the privileged the elite

What are the lies inconsistencies

What of the scientists of breached data and the real scientific process

Those who wear the mask of destructive control

The symbol of death

The mask of deceit

False Narratives


The false narrative of the past continues to crumble

The dominant lies exposed from the evil captors of the gentle and vulnerable

Vulnerable souls being enlighten awaken to wisdom of minds of freedom calling

Wisdom unfolding by radical minds with poignancy

Vengeance against the devils of corruption by sacred souls for undeniable retributive justice

The darkest hours brighten only seconds in the span of time

The strength of faceless presence weakening in fearful destruction by truths told

The eroded hearts of the thoughtless characterless

The eroded hearts of the thoughtless demons exposed

The heartless enemy of love truth and equality

The sickly pleasures of hedonism and greed

The trapped in slave mentality the consequence of not knowing oneself

Emotional intellectual energy derived from the deepest areas of one’s inner sanctum

Confronting the systems of power that marginalize

Corporatist wit and systems celebrities prostituting intelligence

The resistance to knowledge that jeopardizes freedom and life itself

The power confidence of experience

The incapability of leadership the destruction of mankind

The absence of ethics unjust legalities

Cancelled rebuked on trial

Not Who I Want to Be


“I’m not who I want to be,” you know

My journey not clear the destination

Sometimes indifferent. . . so much to divide to separate

The chaos of choices not my own

The dreams the fantasies unfulfilled

Escaping through laughter and fun times opaque

Music to my ears so soothing even the thunder

The voices of authority hard times responsibilities

Distant friendships longing for presence

The brotherly love far away in the land of the freedom

The bonds of sharing so intimate melancholy memories

Soft touches and sweet embraces of feminine beauty

To love or not to trap and grasp the mind in natural desire

A heart so big so strong for humanity

And the year of the decade for maturity arises

Giving rhythmic cadence to independence

Options for freedom choices