vexed

state of affairs of daily life interspersed with juxtaposition-ed stream of random reality thoughts

Oh to find a way, there is one 
in this noise polluted partition of city
i can hear silent screams in various chambers
of city streets, and beneath
underground, behind closed vaults of torture
Victim’s innocent cries for help
my air conditioned, warm central heating
Carpeted floors, eggnog and song merry . . .
oozing with prickly restless pain man of sorrows
Can you too, hear the screams 
of humans multitudes’ unseen souls’ squalor pain and abuse?
Familial fights, drunken rages, emotion’s hurts, angry threats
broken shattered scattered spirits’ right to live yet the archvillian 
amok runs defying knowing his days are short
battle ’tween heaven and hell for the free will
choice of man’s duality Eden lost
punishing willing/unwilling confused, enchanted, betwixt vexed souls
the saver stands ready omni potent 
paradoxically meek as lamb comin’ strong judah’s lion
this final age of man in his new age song
he waiting wanting waters bathe the willin’
empty desperate needy dyin’ souls reachin’
my sanity taxed so deep, a forlorn dirge 
in melancholy yet holy heart in chant i sing
“leaves me helpless, . . . blood moon on the right,” 
So quiet outside, steady rain falls
Misty cool beauty stillness, i feel smooth caress 
of nature’s weather machine gentle this time relaxed serene . . .
Can you feel the frog’s metaphorical pain in proverbial pot
of boiling water with world’s incoming population boom
human young borne into age of techno mind 
numbing modern chipped lambs to slaughter world?
freedom flies, cries of liberty dies with each act of patriot
gasping for feeble breath for human renaissance 
forgotten Eden portal lost again and again rejected
casualties of innocent living, peace loving sheep breathing 
large beautiful round pupil-ed eyes rolling back 
earth’s beings strangled with marshal edict laws’, words and violence
sleep peacefully my love drink deep the gathering doom
shelter yourself in the bosom of the good shepard ‘til nights’ gloom passes 
an’ he gathers you up to his wedding room