My fear is a pool
Ripples washing ; the wind is deepening.
This ebbs with the moon if I can freeze my reality
But
Radio is the enemy
TV is a liar
I wake up every minute wishing I were dreaming.
1984- 2017
a new world awakening and inside
I am
Screaming.

beware the darkest days
and beware the brightest nights
for when the wolf howls at dawn
the horsemen will take fight

there is flesh on the floor
there is blood on bare bones
when the end of the world comes,
it will eradicate the thrones

so listen up dear children
listen, one and all
for when the grandfather stops counting,
the end of time will fall

Year of the hottest tempers, for sure.

Along with the highest temper-a-tures.

Mere coincidence, the Learned will say;

While others regard the signs of the day.

The missing piece of this mystery’s math

Lies in the two-fold nature of wrath.

To miss you is to shake the world like the apocalypse
& all known myths vanish to cosmic depths.

That is,
if you are still there or somehow in time unknown
you choose to imitate those myths doomed
& decided that after all, stars never explode
but devoured by spotless black holes of your memories.

Your home rests under polar lights;
sleeping under dancing specks of dusts.

To miss you is to allow the gods kneel
while I am lost in a young galaxy,
light-years away, perhaps just a millimeter, from home.

Bounty of slaves,
working for none.
Cultures lie,
there with their gun.
Black-out a burn out,
a penance to come?
Cancel out,
the light of the sun;
'Apo-ca-lyptic'
      Dragon

Two perched on-high,
they watch the streets...
Places where Man
and Devil's meet.
War drums begin,
laying their beat.
Who is going
-to save all the meek?

Woman she comes,
starry-crown, starry eyes!
Stands as a calf
in her disguise.
Birth a Messiah,
in waters unbound.
Arise as a Beast,
disciples confound?
Symbol in mind's
all to subvert...
God now a serpent
religion's convert.

Death To Us All!
And Death To The Light!
A Christmas Revelation,
War and Death Do Delight!

~Evan

Another night
Screen blaring bright
Blurry visions scurry across your mind
While out the window
Right before your eyes
Eclipsed by a mass of terrestrial size
The moon was consumed by
Purple hues and shadows...
The stars began to fall
I crawled across the floor
Never will I be who I was before
I called out to the sky
Why now, do we fight amongst ourselves?
In the audience of angels
And we parade with gunfire...not trumpets.
A mad man came to me.
His babble meant nothing, but he was not afraid?
Could he really be who saves me?
Or am I the real Fool here, still
Dreaming dreams?...

The world is aging
It's years are increasing
Goodbye 2016
The year filled with
Doubts and bad choices
How can Britain exit?
How can America vote for trump?
How can Zambia re-elect Lungu?
Zuma and Rousseff are corrupt
Ali,Castro and King Adulyadej are dead
Is this not the Apocalypse of
The downfall of humanity
And good morals?
In a few days this world
Will be turning 2017 years old
On the first everybody will celebrate
But for the bad choices made
No body knows
What the year has for them
That's why I entitled
This poem untitled 2017.