Impending reset now.

The world is now in a forced reset,
Back beyond designed by man beset.

Anxious intrepidation, minds now unfold,
Forced new beginning, uncertain not at all bold.

New alphabet, new language, new insecure future,
Carved from sandstone, a flimsy sculpted creature.

Man at the helm, its now doomed to fail,
Train of twisted metal, designed to derail.

Greedy man, greedy minds, greedy virus thought,
A future designed by corrupt man, is now fully bought.

See works, see a single manmade banner,
A small verse throws down a proverbial spanner.

Dont be fooled by charlatans offering sciences political hope,
Its heroine, crack cocaine, its mind numbing destructive dope.

Rather look to whats not from a manmade material,
We must look now towards the spiritual the ethereal.

Our salvation rests in a time before times.
When it was very clear to man, who drew the line.

driving a tempest vault

The raging maelstrom sandstorm like an impenetrable point cloud mist.

Figures appear through the windshield, seem to share the past in a rushed fleeting moment of age, mirth and nostalgia. 

Grounded feathered apparitions silently screaming into the face of a very fierce tempest storm.

immediately they are swallowed up by the malevolent energy of the furore.

Leaving an illusion of ripped anoraks now rippling in the wind, which seemed like wild feather plumage in the eye of a raging storm.

The rag tag feathered men now are completely ingested by circling sand, fog and mist, completely gone but not unseen.

Was One witness to just a brief second of time, perhaps of brute anger and wild vengeance?
A fleating shouted curtain pulled vision or perhaps a perceived dust point cloud entity, within a violent chasm of this wild vaulted abyss storm? 

walk the eyes

I talk to a man, with gaunt dark ring eyes,
flesh falling from his frame, skin and bone is his demise.

He tells me a tale, both happy & very sad,
of times of plenty & times when it all went bad.

His body fails him, his life is a mood,
His taste buds are weakened, he has no desire for food.

he mumbles some words, which he tells to me,
"i remember a time, when I was fat & happy."


QJD 2020

Decide the road

Beyond the night, into the black ,
speaks a voice, that never talks back.

Beyond the light, into the fire,
speaks a voice, filled with desire.

Walk the road, run the mile,
make decisions, hope wont defile.

End the journey, stop insight,
break these shackles or remain & fight?

QJD 2020