I Hear Black

Too much is never enough
Always wanting more
Who is wrong?
When everyone thinks they’re right
Let’s all pray to God
See who He answers first
Blinded by lies
Calls of

Tsk, tsk
What one feels in their heart
Determines what is right
So many lines drawn
Each side willing to die
Freedom of religion
No freedom of mine

In the mind’s eye
Life through our own prism
Tells us we are right
Guides by voices
Somewhere in the night

Ah, but I have spent a lifetime
Others not willing to listen to my song
Laugh in contempt
Tell me reasons I am wrong
For me, an island
Left alone to play

Pickup your gun
Bring your God
Bring your bomb
Meet me at the finish line
You’ll see what you have done

Dance my children
Go to play
I hear black
Satan will say
Choose who is right
None of it matters anymore
Breath your last breath
I’ve opened Hell’s Door
For here all of you will stay
In flames, you will perish tonight.

Painting by Hugh Syme


On the 8th Day


On the 8th Day

God crushed creation

He had held it in his hand

Just to start all over

Bring it forth again

On the second 7th Day

God rested

Admired what he done

Man had other ideas

Blinded by money and power

The wars had just begun

On the second 8th Day

God crushed creation

Only to start it over again

But the human condition was critical

To kill and crush and quell

Not even God

Could rectify the eternal hell

On the third 7th Day

God rested realizing what he had done

The will of man works in both ways

Evil and righteousness

Free will at stake

The center line was drawn.


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Thought to be the top of the food chain,

I’m left to ponder why,

Only species to kill each other for sport,

Dying for gold and God and lies,

I’m only left to laugh,

At such hubris and pride,

I carve our epitaph in stone,

As a tear rolls out of my eye,

“Here lies man,

For he created his own demise.”

Dance of the Devil


We all think we are going to Heaven,

Rationalize our actions in His name,

But tell me who is watching,

As we rape and murder in vain.

We want revenge,

Perceived actions make it right,

Look upon what we have done,

We’ve flipped the switch to our own plight.

It’s a race to arms,

Ignoring what history told us,

Killing in the name of _____,

Insert your chosen One here.

Who will be left?

What will be done?

To the victor goes the spoils,

To find who’s God is number one.

We killed while we prayed,

Mindless thoughts focused on gold,

Masqueraded as the Crusades,

Lamb of God led to the slaughter,

Promise of salvation at the end of the day,

Clever tricks keep the masses at bay,

Armed with power,

The rich sit at the throne,

Laugh at the ploy they create.



A Warning

Jared Fogle

Childhood stories,

Fairy tales,

Define for me what’s pretend,

They aren’t under your bed,

Hiding in your closet,

Or even in your head,

Don’t fear the Boogey Man,

Ghosts or spirits,

Or things that go bump in the night,

Evil walks among us,

Monsters are real,

You won’t imagine the fright,

Is it your neighbor?

Your coworker,

Or even your friend?

Who can you trust,

When you feel betrayed again,

Who do you believe,

Is there faith anymore,

Monsters in disguise,

The evil is at your door.


Former spokesman for the restaurant chain, Subway, Jared Fogle has reached a plea agreement with American federal prosecutors that will see him pay 1.4 million dollars to his victims and not seek less than 5 years in Federal prison. Federal prosecutors will not seek more than 12.5 years of imprisonment. Fogle is accused of having relations with underage children and participating in the distribution of child pornography.