In the end
There will be no safe place
No America to run to
No caves to hide inside
No forests to conceal us
No safe place
Except the secret places inside
Our hearts and inside our minds
Although that to
Is under attack.
Insanity
Common sense
Can feel like insanity
In a mad world
Fighting to survive – a poem
And we were all just fighting to survive
In a world where truth was punishable
And lies were rewarded
A world where hate was righteous
And love was considered a weakness
A world where everyone fears death and their neighbor
But no one remembers God
For the Devil rules over us now.
Deceived
You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time. But you can never fool all of the people all of the time.
I believe they expected more people to be deceived. Generations of lies and propaganda through media, public schools, and even colleges. Although effective, not 100% effective.
Some are just born with a spiritual immune system a friend once told me. I don’t know if I agree, that we were born that way. But instead somehow obtained one by having wise parents, or open-minded friends, or maybe some of us didn’t watch enough TV, or asked too many questions in school, or read too much. What is the common denominator here?
The deceived have already complied. Most of them are already lost. Now it just remains for the deceived to bully and guilt the undeceived into compliance. Sort of an Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit scenario playing out here. Adam was not deceived. But he ate the fruit anyway at the insistence of his wife. He regretted that decision later.
Maggots – a poem
We stared at the sky
And together prayed
You’d crash that plane
We dreamed an incredible dream
Of freedom
Of death and rot
Of maggots crawling around inside of your brain.
Black summer – a poem
Black summer turns to winter
We barely could catch our breath
During the fall
The year they told us the only way
To save ourselves
Was to drink the poison
The year they told us
There was no God
Lies, all lies, I scream into the darkness
And I know by now they must all think I’m crazy
For I will never stop dreaming
Of the day the entire world
Is on fire.
Great & Incomprehensible Things
Are you afraid?
Afraid enough to follow along?
We must remember,
All men are born and then die
As he was cursed to do so
If he is lucky he may live a little
In between these events.
Are you convinced you are right?
Do you believe the deceit?
Do you ever ask
What if I am wrong?
If you follow the crowd
Take the easy path
Will you be able to live with yourself?
Believe nothing
And yet keep the faith
Now is not the time for sleep
Shake the dreams from your hair
The Unknown is waiting, waiting
To tell you great and incomprehensible things
And sadly,
This time you won’t believe.
Darkness
My love
My little one
I have this desperate longing
To always protect you
From darkness
And this wicked world
Won’t allow it.
3 Sides To A Story
There are always three sides to a story. Usually we only hear one side. If we’re lucky we hear two sides. But rarely do we ever hear the third side. Which is the truth.
What’s real?
I don’t even know what’s real
And what isn’t real anymore
But the scariest part is
Just the simple fact I am even questioning this reality
Probably makes me more in touch with reality than most.
…take care of yourself, take care of each other… have no fear. Peace & love. H
H.M. Nolan 