In The Thunder Of It All
The history of humans
Intoxicated by the odor of sewage
Knee deep in never ending garbage
Shrouded in dark discontent
As they fallow in a colorless smog cloud
Chanting out loud
I will never repent
As a great decomposing band of humans
Dark silhouettes without shadows
Gathers to piss and moan
In a emotionless dance of hopelessness
In pseudo-self-forgiveness
Ready to worship another clone
Preaching in primal rituals
Vowing to never remove… The mask of each other
Promising to conform… To the ink prophecy
All chanting in unison… As their mothers did
A monotone song… Moving as one
Closer to the edge… Ignoring death
Denying rumors of… The inevitable end
Repeating the word un-loved…But are un-heard
In the thunder of… Metal on metal
In the madding rush of… Nothing going nowhere
So the mass pushes closer to the edge
Circling in a misunderstood… Sacrificial dance
Eyes burning from the smell of… A living hell
As fear pushes the great mass into… Continual motion
Without a single emotion
Movement for sake of movement
Speed for the sake of speed
As political thunder screams… Never dream
Today it’s your chance to die… For the sake of lies
No one asks why
As a storm begins
…In the thunder of it all…
Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 