The Black Bird Flies

The Black Bird Flies


No sadness remains

Everything eventually  has to go

And so the black bird flies away

I'm a loser

We are all losers that have lost stuff

Enjoy the moment, for it is, what it is

And remember that, what once was, is no longer

I've never seen a brighter blue spark glowing within

And so, the black bird will return again

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

July 29, 2019

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CONDEM-NATiON

CONDEM-NATION

The tree of life turned upside-down

Past exhumed from depleted ground

Tangled roots perplexing thee

A second chance to be set free

Criticizing this thing anew

To be or not to be untrue

Looking through its silhouette

Trapped inside its choking net

Truth and time crammed in a box

Broken minds and melted clocks

 Front to back forward facing

Fading dreams forever chasing

A place where life can never grow

A restless grave of dreadful foe

So, I stepped the line beyond the brink

Bestowed with light, ......I began to think

I wrote about peculiar things

Like people made of bits of rubber

With hollow bones encased in blubber

Brains and souls were non-existent

Hearts replaced with revving pistons 

Rotting roots that nobody see's

Life dispensed from vending machines

An eternal world of condem-nation

Resurrected dead with sick fixation

Front to back forward facing

Fading dreams forever chasing

A place where life can never grow

A restless grave of dreadful foe

So. I stepped the line beyond the brink

Bestowed with light, ......I began to think

I wrote about peculiar things

Skulls that looked like dripping sieves

Numb to love life freely gives

Upside-down nations with bleeding knees

Hiding in boxes and hording cheese

Rotting roots that nobody see's

Life dispensed from vending machines

An eternal world of condem-nation

Resurrected dead with sick fixation

The tree of life turned upside down

Will it ever grow right side round

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

July 29, 2019

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UGLY

UGLY

The giving sun goes round again

Looking down with great disdain

Eight billion souls pollute the globe

Devolving frontal lobe

Used as tools by political ghouls

Kaboom baboon exploding brain

Pasteurized in cellophane 

The living sun goes round again

Disgusted by the human stain

Rules and codes, mechanized lips

Disconnected fingertips

Tapping screens 

Infiltrating sacred genes

The forgiving sun goes round again

With desire to end their reign

Filthy lucre, dirty deals

Scraping by to get their meals

Playing games, nothing real

There's no cure, they've gone insane

Like Iggy Pop and Kirk Cobain

The livid sun goes round again

Burning down their toxic domain

Blackened Ichor stains their gob

Cursing life and dead-end job

Nothing left but beat up bone

Chugging booze to set their tone

Trapped by thoughts of monochrome

Fortified with cardboard and Styrofoam

Tossing out their soul with the bathwater

Masochistic self-slaughter 

The wise old sun goes round again

Weaving life through every vain

Questions why it gives a damn

Feeding selfish reckless man

Earth's a rancid garbage can

Never ending human waste

Bad mentality sealed their fate

Destroying nature's last defenses

Shutting down her vital senses

Round it goes, the tired sun

Planet Earth is over-run

Systems dyeing  one-by-one

Miracles only do so much

The human race is out of touch

Prayers failed, they've gone too far

Say goodbye to shining star

Outer space they'll have to flee

There's nothing left but Ugly

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

July 09, 2019

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