Category : Poems

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After the amount of Flammable
News and Information,
Circulating  with  enough Drive to  
Engulf Any-One into Ignite-ing,
It’s Impossible to Prevent
In This Plane,
Open Flames 
On This Train.


Now I am not concerned with 
The Flame-Buoyants,
People Living  Outside
Of A  Name.
Pointing Eyes Identify,
Flipp-antly Finger-ing,
The Person
Or Persons,
It’s Real-ly Comp-lic-ated  
To Explain.
No this Com-bustion
Is an Ignit-Shun  Conun-Drum.
One Foretold in the WATCH OUT!! 
Seen Word And IMPENDING DOOM!! 
Word Herd.


Seen-Herd Word Over-Load
Wicked Wicks They Be.
To Lite the Limbs from 
The Poison-Us Tree.
Heard now being 
Prepared with immense scrutiny
To a Beat that crumbles
Towards a crack-ling progression..
Such Chit-Chatter Flicks and Clicks The Thoughts that Ignites an 
Already intense surge of 
Half-truths, Bias and Deception.
Could just as well be Anyone’s Guess, Suppose and Assumpt-ion,
Brought to an already 
Volatile inter-connection 
Resulting in Combustion.


Such Frustrate Forces are
Driving This S.S. TYRANNY
Into  the  Wind.
I am an Observer
Here on Deck to
Detect  And Document
How the Cruise Members
Respond and Act
During  a Disaster. 
To be Reported in 
True Wind Fashion.
Sight Seeing  if any
The Tailspin,
Propelling Us Forward,
Enroute to Dock.


Along a Charted Rocky 
Roaring Course With 
Rushing Tilts,
The Mast in  Man is Measured.
From a Stand-ing Position,
After sustaining a Beat-ing 
and being In Irons.
With Arms up and out,
See if you catch this Description.
Bowed Head Frenzy Fixed Hands and Feet Flip-Flopping Knees,
Against  the Oncoming Breeze,
That’s Jesus and the Crucification.
At This Point  Of Sail,
All Hands are on Deck!
Calm in the Face of High Winds
Must be Maintained.


From Bow to Stern,
Emotions must be Balanced.
Feel the Tilt and Sway then
Counter with Lift and Drag,
So the Boat don’t Lean to much to one side.
Dance with Drama or 
Be Thrown Over-Board from it.
How Intense be the Silence Sound
Of Roaring  Emotion conducting Metal.


As The S.S. TYRANNY
Pull into Dock
And begin to Anchor,
Those Powers that 
Powered the Train Have Extinguished Their Fire.
That Noise Chaos
Consistently Rotating,
And Put into Preparation
Generation and Production,
Now little more than 
Rhythmic episodic
Tranquil Squeaks.
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