One of Those Spells

Poem ... One of Those Spells

We rush on To uncertainty
Filling our time with unnecessity
Do we know where we go
Pretense that we show

There is no beginning
Nor is there an end
This stuff we make up
Part of pretend

We turn on the tube
To know how to live
What to consume
And to whom to give

And what does it matter
The things that they say
What did we learn
To fill in the day

What did we learn here
Where knowledge excels
Not a damn thing
Having one of those spells

Dark Poems
Rising Rabid Poet

The Glass

The Glass

There is a glass
Between me and reality
I fly against that unseen
With all possibilty

I see it clearly
Where I want to be
But there is solidity
Between it and me

How I got here
Haven't a clue
Someone opened a door
And in I flew

How much longer
Can I fly against this glass
Until my wings are broken
And I breathe my last

Wait, the door just opened
Into fresh air I fly
To land on a flower
In my own way to cry

Blind

Poem ... Blind

No more trucks
On highways rumble
Only weeds
Across them tumble

Grass growing in cracks
Patterns extending in sight
Once endless cars
Now nature's delight

Vines on bridges
Hairy remnants of the past
A reminder to survivors
Their way could not last

Vacant skyscrapers
Why are they there?
Not understood
Nor do they care

Not many left
Of the human kind
They ran their course
As if they were blind

Dark Poems Rising
Rabid Poet

To Be Or Not To Be

Poem ...To Be Or Not To Be

To be what we want
And have what we see
We fit in the crowd
With wealth soon to be

Will it last
Our place in the crowd
Or go silent
And fade like a cloud

Do our deeds
Bring on the rain?
The planet getting hotter
Life existing in pain

But looking out
Things seem OK
Life seems normal
This pleasant day

We talk to others
They see the same
Life seems good
As we play the game

There are things
We choose not to see
Moving toward extinction
To be or not to be

Dark Poems Rising
Rabid Poet

Flee From Reality

Poem ... Flee From Reality

We watch the tube
Smartphone in hand
Texting simplicities
Throughout the land

Where should we go
What should we do
What should we wear
To keep up with new

Who sang that song
Making us blue
Things going asunder
Soon we are through

Try out that new car
That will drive on it's own
Just type in location
And sit on your throne

And very soon
As insanity sets in
We fall down a rabbit hole
Our dream to begin

Dark Poems Rising
Rabid Poet

What If

Poem ... What If

What if the Sun doesn't rise
And a dark journey I take
Did I do my best for her
Did true friendship I make

Will her world be better
For Things that were done
And she will carry on
Even though she is one

So it may happen
If this is that last day
And no more sunrises
She going her own way

My greatest wish
If my time is through
That I gave her joy
And sad times are few.

Complexities

Poem ... Complexities

It seems so simple
Things that we do
Well thought out
So we pursue

They become complexities
The harder we push
But we must pursue them
And join in the rush

Some see challenges
Others see wealth
Far from simplicity
Affecting our health

Getting back to simple
Is not easy to do
In a hurricane of complexity
Pursuing the new

There is no answer
To this complexity game
When simple and complex
Are exactly the same

Dark Poems Rising
Rabid Poet

Layers of Reality

Poem ... Layers of Reality

What we see
Can only be
An interpretation
Of layers of Reality

What was seen
In the past
A different view
Which couldn't last

We peel back the profound
And declare it is through
And soon it is meaningless
The next one we pursue

Is there a Reality
Not slipping away
One to hold on to
At least for today

But that is a wish
That we can't do
Holding a reality
While embracing the new

Dark Poems Rising
Rabid Poet

Pretend

Poem ... Pretend

We chased our dream
With blindfolds on
We are humans
Ruling on our throne

Dig it up
Apply some heat
Make it shiny
Drive it down the street

Peer into outer space
What do we see
Do we make it up?
These theories that be

And who are we?
And why are we here?
Answers avoid us
Reality we fear

Can we hear that question?
Through noises we fear
Is the end near us?
We pretend not to hear

Rabid Poet
Dark Poems Rising