Heavenly Express

God’s wringing hands

tell the story

and the news is not good.

 

Headlines in the Heavenly Express

shock and dismay but he cannot be persuaded.

God’s will prevails in paradise. Amen.

 

“Decimated by greed

the jewel I created cannot survive

though I gave my son to save it,” says He

 

“I have called upon Lucifer,

gifted him all human form

to do with what he will.

 

Salvation was offered,

they turned their backs.

Heaven will not welcome them.

 

They destroyed their home

and seek to commit their sins

in the pristine heavens I bestowed.

 

Let them burn in hell with Lucifer

and in their suffering

repent without salvation.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hour 6

I can see the keys

Ready just where I left them

The doorknob rattles

5. SOCIAL MEDIA

5. Social Media

 

The boy sits bent over his phone,

the surrounding does not matter, as if he is alone.

Smiling to himself, nothing does he hear,

plugs from his phone to his ear.

 

Everyone can now predict

that he has become a phone addict.

A recluse and an anti social

against authority,  he begins to rebel.

 

He needs to be at the cusp of every chat

on Instagram, twitter , Facebook and WhatsApp.

All day and night awake,

an exciting  wholesome life, he will forsake.

 

Social media will be his fall from grace

because he cannot live life at full pace.

The people around him ,worry

about how to get him out of this folly.

Shouting,  threatening even extra loving  they have tried all,

to arrest this anti social, media dependant, fall.

Jack in the Box

Stuck inside
Four walls
With no way out
But it is where
You put me
How nice and neat
For you
To keep me here
But I
Don’t belong here
I ain’t no damn
Jack in the Box
Where you can shut the lid
On me
Whenever you want

Hour 6, Prompt 7: Love’s Charade

Trapped in a narrow and hollow abyss
As the time slowly tick-tocks away
The four walls grow smaller, the scenery dulls
Each minute, each hour, each day
There’s much time to think about life as a whole
The journey of trials and truths
As the cool, darkened room eats away at his soul
Its glory, its vigor, its youth

Where once a young man had casually stood
Professing his will and his way
A graying, balding and beleaguered soul
Stares stoically forward, this day
A product of errors he made in his past
Repented but alas still his own
His sentence goes forth; his judgment long cast
As he lives out his days all alone

A murderer, yet not in the known sense
A soul that left his family
Or did they leave him for being so dense
To disrupt their love and harmony
His wife and his kids, collateral carnage
Tossed away for his mistress, M.J.
The drug of his youth that led to his habit
Of harder drugs along the way

He now spends his days as the four walls grow smaller
Alone with each what might have been
A longing to change the past as he knew it
And to start things all over again
But his home’s now a prison, where love once existed
A penance for each choice made
He’ll live out his sentence and carry his burden
Regretting love was his charade

Time Will Be Less Kind than Money

Friends don’t let good friends
Out the door without saying
How each is perfect.

Inhabit

Tarry here
My dear
In this story drenched night
 
Delay your hurried pace
That moves you past
Mystery’s exuberance
The breeze call to curiosity
 
Dwell on thoughts sweet and unsolvable
 
Stray from the plot’s steady line
 
Choose again to inhabit
Your fine and fleeting senses
Your body’s lacing melody
 
Let the pleasure of incarnation
Live in your savored seconds
 
For where you lay your attention
You write your life
 

Post 7 hour six… Find Me!

Fun is in the finding.

Fun inside an old ice chest.

Fun is in the finding.

Baby sister’s guest.

 

Babysitter wonders,

Where has her charge gone?

Near to death, he smothers.

Gasping for each breath.

 

Prayer slips from his conscience,

Pleading to be found.

“Please come now and find me!”

But there comes no sound.

 

Babysitter questions.

Where can he be found?

Then she sees the sister

On the chest, she’s crowned.

 

Quickly she discovers;

Little charge thought lost.

In her fear she quivers.

By my game the cost?

 

 

 

 

 

It Was Quite Humorous To Me

I giggle now at crazy times long ago.

You’d locked me out thinking you were so smart,

Not so!!!!!

You changed the locks on the door.

I climbed over the railing of the porch,

Into the house and through the sliding glass,

I was inside once more!

it doesn’t matter now, but a bit of advice I could give you on your past endeavor:

Next time, check all the locks and try to be more clever!

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