Our Nuclear Winter

 

Our father who art in heaven, unhallowed and in vain

Usurper of immorality, our depravity, turned to shame

Razing all yours before us, into cinders, ash and dust

Nadir of our existence, reduced to embers of mistrust

Unworthy, as we are, please reveal the righteous way

Come, to us, lord creator and forgive us for our affray

Lead us, almighty one, even though we tried to tinker

End what we have started here, in our nuclear winter

Alas, god died with us, although we didn't even know

Returning to pious scriptures, as fallout fell like snow

With impunity we killed, it was blessed by his officials

In the unholy war, of intercontinental ballistic missiles

No one here is alive now and even Satan, died alone

There's just used ordnance and a carcass of a drone

Every sectarian word, or rite, turned heaven into hell

Ravaging the world around us, a story we'll not retell

Mourning Mist

 

Maudlin masses reincarnate, in the hastening haze

Opaque apparitions, from a dire netherworld phase

Under a leaden, lightening sky, they rise to breathe

Revenants of the conjured, with lost life they weave

No one will see them, for they're just mourning mist

Idly reforming to reignite, their unholy, soulless tryst

Nebulous, tormented spirits, that even gods forsake

Gather till the sun overshadows, what they replicate

Mourning infuses with the day, above those interred

In a pentagram, rites await, the necromancer's word

Someone tonight will recite, the litanies for the dead

Their wicked art cloistered, but not their eyes, of red

Oh No, Asteroid!

 

Out there in the darkest, frigid void, of godless space

Hurtling towards us, it's the death, of the human race

Nascent presence, of a nomadic iron rock, man'o'war

On a collision course, as if reaped from a time before

And when we inevitably see it, we'll let panic seize us

Sending us to our needy knees, as we pray, to Jesus

They threatened us with MAD, as it passed the Moon

Everyone'll soon know though, we're on planet doom

Revered deity, the end is nigh for you, the annihilator

Our final stand, will be vaporized, in the impact crater

In the impending moments, before all life's destroyed

Dead eyes will arise, as we scream... 'Oh no, aster...!'

As Ghosts In Dreams

As night ascends, something's aglow in moonlight beams

Shadows swirling, cast perhaps, but as ghosts in dreams

Glistening on an event horizon, too remote, to remember

Hidden inside periphery's vision, but forever pro tempore

On the many invisible tides beyond, any soul, might soar

Swept along on a waves length, to an unreachable shore

The never ending, dwindling, into an ethereal quiescence

Somewhere in the umbra, as if a mystical, omnipresence

Imaginations of memories, cascade into reveries of hope

Nebulous apparitions, in a spectrum, too distant to scope

Drifting in dark matter and fire, conjured light years away

Reflecting as one, in a hypnotic cacophony's, silent array

Evanescing as an essence, they're adapted into thought

Awaiting subconsciously, or by the dreamcatcher caught

Meandering lost souls, will glow, when moonlight gleams

Shimmering in inner shadows, alas, as ghosts in dreams

 

Heaven & Hell

Beneath the ethereal, silent void, reconfigured by ancient lore

In the present, before the future and what has passed before

Is an ephemeral, pastoral surrealism, amidst an ocean's swell

Where everything that is living, is realigned, by Heaven & Hell

In a parallel world though, adrift in swirling clouds of angel dust

Are sagacious elders, enriched by the harmony, of mutual trust

Where they watch over, an old idyll, with their sympathetic gaze

As the droves weave a dreamscape, of whimsical wending ways

But where there's light, there's night and dark souls will idly creep

Into the uneasy minds of those, with tormenting swevens, asleep

And in smoke and mirrors, they'll be led from a faith, to mourning

To show them what might be, with before them, Hades sprawling

In a different space of time, there's a familiar glistening, lonely orb

Where monsters have never thrived, to be able to raise the sword

With nothing, but peace and serenity and no celestial commands

It's not borne in myths and folklore, for it's where humanity stands

Beyond the eternal void, there's nothing else, not even dying stars

Or untempered memories, of dreams, drifting in shattered shards

It's a 'nowhere', without a course or reason, beyond the final knell

For everything that was and will ever be, is here, in Heaven & Hell

 

Dark Domain

 

Though some may wend their way, in heartfelt prose and verse

They should look around them, at a world, under a devil's curse

For the flock is without a shepherd, for there are no gods above

With no one to protect them, from an iron fist, in a velvet glove

And if you're there, a special one, amongst the bustling throngs

You're as ethereal as a memory and unable to right the wrongs

Mayhap your invisible way is righteous, but what thrives is pain

As the silent masses, bow obedient heads, in their dark domain

There's a path they tread, to the nowhere, of the haunted hollow

But trapped in their unreality, it's where they're forced to wallow

And though unfettered souls may soar, to find an alternative fate

They know, they're lost, behind imaginary lines and can't escape

In idyllic reveries, there's solace, but the dream will fade and die

For in an unbalanced paradigm, whimsical words, will not apply

From an ocean's roar, to the rolling hillside, or even a sleepy dell

There's so much beauty, that may bewitch, but it's a devil's spell

Within each shimmering, eternal summer, of an everlasting day

There are always shadows cast, upon a path, of a different way

So listen to the enrapturing birdsong, above, as if it's not in vain

And keep it hidden in your heart, but afar, from the dark domain