The Bear

The powerful Northern Bear, that now tortures the peaceable & crushes innocent doves,  smashing the passive with its mighty blood dripping claw.
Its a very sad indictment to those White Washed Grave Minders who now lead such a giant of a bear, towards brutalising innocence.
Mindless attacks for the sake of Babylon and her cohorts. For far to long W2GM have you been drinking the blood of the innocent. Beware that the mighty Northern Bear does not now turn its attentions on YOU!!

QJD 2019

a poem without end

Touched nights shadow, whilst braving life's storm.
Light brush with mortality, left me melancholy & forlorn.
Arms at my side, palms now spread towards the light.
Does one enter the malevolent beckoning or  stay here & continue to fight?

Turning  now to face the portals of death.
Another go round or does one simply give it a rest?
A day can be as long as the shadow it casts,
you simply need to be standing, for ones silhouette to last.

QJD