The time has come my friend, to speak of many things

Of Fear and Fealty.

The time has come my friend, to speak of many things;
Of Fear ‘n’ fealty, love and longevity, of sorcery, trickery and magic rings.
Fear is the mind wasting emotionally useless sludge on which our psyche clings.
Fealty is better, for friends true and stout souls to stand by will push out fear.
Love is the opposite of fear, for love is ‘right action’ towards friend and foe alike.
Without fear, standing by our fellows, in love and right action, we may yet prevail.
To overcome the sorcerers who exist in the earth, in the dark places, tricking all to fear.
We only need to stand in right, with love in place of fear, to show the magic ring of mankind
As the end draws near.



Two Suns.

Two Suns Nebula Multi-Nova
East to West our primary sails
Crab Nebula, birthplace of fires
Captive dreams plant electrode desires
Friends and Places I’ve never seen
New Suns helium fusion plasma ignites
Galactic Super-wave like cosmic Jiffy-Pop
Expanding to all points inescapable awe
A billion stars brighten, a few of them fall
The Morlocks fattened, dive for their holes
Turn off redundant sirens, Eloi witness the sky
Evolution’s E ticket ride out of the 3rd dimension?
Lets Go! Bastards with their gold return to the earth
While the simple folk get the cosmic Grand Tour.
Simple justice is sweet nectar served by the Devine



Taking bets on what we’ll be seeing here shortly:

Disappearing elites.
Silent Politicians.
Lots of pedestrians.
Nothing to buy.
Black Televisions.
Starry Nights.
People Talking.
Teeny-tiny beasties.
Small tribal bands.
Nuclear Zombies.
Neighborhood Denial Zones.
Fatal Fogs.
Running Dogs.
Eight Foot Tall Soldiers.
Centaurs in Riot Gear.
Dogs in Space suits.
UFOs (hoping they ain’t MoFos)
Chicken Little’s worst nightmare.
Moon-burned skin.
Large, outdoor hospices.
The Lord touching down.
Even so Lord, come.