Impending reset now.

The world has been stopped, in forced reset,
back and beyond, design by man beset.

With anxious intrepidation, minds now unfold,
to a forced new beginning, uncertain not bold.

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

With man at the helm, its now doomed to fail,
a steam 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 the works , see the single manmade banner,
through this small verse, so is thrown the 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 confidently towards the spiritual ethereal.

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

Tanquin J Notsmad - 2020

driving a tempest vault

The raging maelstrom sandstorm is like an impenetrable point cloud solid mist.

Men suddenly appear through the windshield, seeming to share the past in a rushed fleeting moment of age, mirth and nostalgia. As grounded apparitions silently screaming into the face of a very fierce tempest storm.

immediately they are swallowed up by the tempests malevolent energy. Leaving an illusion of ripped anoraks rippling in the wind, which seem now like wild feather plumage in the eye of the raging storm.

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

Was it rather just a brief second of time, perhaps of anger and of wild vengeance?
A fleating shouted vision or perhaps of a perceived dust point cloud entity, within the violent chasm of the abyss? 

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 & sad,
of a time of plenty , & a time 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 and 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