WHITE BIRD IN THE DARK

It seems like I’m late,
Journeying athwart this dark expansive sky.
Perchance tonight I might die,
Bravely I fly on oblivious,
Yet instinctively cautious.
          Of the numerous structures.
          The have replaced natures
          Once habitable environs now gone,
          I dodged a statue dragon.
          But the smoke expelled fumigated my lungs,
          Residue of compounds, stuck to my snowy wings.

It’s dark, dead dark, from here,
What I can see are blindenning lights
Up here I feel feathery fear.
A jet roars over me with delight.
Almost knocked a signal pole,
Would have lost my soul.
              Lucky me! Fly on, bit shaken,
              Paths too long. Heading to heaven.
              Can’t locate my heightened abode,
              Should have used the road.


m.o.o the flocking change

WHITE HATE BLACK LOVE

Snowy eerie cloud shaped like a flying man,faceless,behind him chunks of success.
In seconds it transmogrify s into a Beautiful Hurricane.

Black color despises the white beginning.
Taking over,black fencely loves freedom that's illusive,as its semi-trapped by white.
So white loved black by hiding light somehow,for it knew black's care would eventually retrogress hearts.

Again black shows love,as it crucifys freedom by introducing justice-in.
White hates a little more by criticizing the suggested color blend of fidelity-in.

To interchange,the painter asks,
"Does white make black look good,or vice versa?"
Poet,"Are they not both colors with a purpose."

Singers sang that song,nothing has changed to date.

By M.O.O aka The color blind human

LEARNED FRIEND

In those days,
grandiloquent jargon that mesmerized my encephalon 
and impeded my lexicon, were spewed to tumble my political fathom.

In that confusdory state i hearkened.
They referred to each other,'Erudite Fellow'.
Amicably argued for and against.
That ended.

Only two things were pellucid,pilferage and jurisdiction.

Later,somewhere,after the verdict,bigoted kingpins shall wine and dine.
As the citizens swelter in rage and vengeance.

My illiterate friends,my destitute neighbors,my hopeless strangers.
Think before you act.
Wait for that better tomorrow.

By M.O.O The wordless voter

ECLIPSE C.your.V

Sited on the rock,at the alpine of the highest level of reason,
I contemplate at the azimuth of this economic season.
I stare at the ancestral sun's that fought for us,the stars.
I spot that deep-set brave scar.

I feel like Luther K,but mine is a vision,
Time flew the sun is at the horizon.

Fear creeps into the heart of the nation.
Suddenly no more vision 2030 notion.
The light is being overtaken by the shadow,
Its mixing the umbra and penumbra darkness blows.

Over the beautiful people.
Who revel in bribe sequels.
Listening to their agitated souls,
And how they cry foul...
Tears dampening papers of would be change.
Confusion in the Red and Orange.

The yellow lines transpire past the super roads,
Nearing the fading stage as they croak like expectant toads.
The cockerel of age awaits to crow at dawn,
For the dark days are here the children frown.

Arising i walk to edge of the mountain.
To plunge myself below into the red fountain.
I leap,shut my eyes all the hope is gone.
Before i splash in a savior is again born.

I pray from the spirit world that they remember the Son.

By M.O.O aka Light Clipse.

PAWS ON WATER

Spectacular scene.
Tie-guns,white and mixed genes.

Cumulus one below.
Fierce face and searching eyes.
Restrained paws surging intimidation.

Nimbus tie-her,above.
Tear-some raging glare and gaping mouth.
Free paw,airborne splashing the green lagoon surface.

The small and big fish,coral people beneath the two.
Love and hate betwixt time and money.

Pale male,Fahrenheit female.Tiger-ed parties.
Tigress-ed hope for peace.

Generational precipitation is underway.

By M'O'O aka C.E

GRASS DUST

Empty thoughts escape my eyes,
Wordless complaints vapor through my lips.
That's what the stringent policies have reduced me to.

The grass has nothing to say back to me anymore.
In days of old it would cut the wind and split the molecules into torrents of blessings to us.
Today its blades reflect hostile rays into my eyes.
Then I cogitate...where is the chlorophyll?

Flags rise against states,grass against dust.
The worker bee lands upon it and shakes off the dust coated pollen brains.
I sneeze as if allergic to the two antagonists of peace that we once had.

The brass grass and bronze dust.
Under the stinging bee conspire to extirpate and scatter the tropical trees to alien soil.

There too dusty-grass prevails.

By M.O.O aka C.evoL

LAND IS HERE

Indeed it has come soil that is rare,
fertile and productive enough to sustain the promised generation.

Its sight-able by word,
Retrievable from the Book of meaningful content.
The land of change dwelleth amongst us.
Within us,
the land of pure good thoughts.
The soil of love.
The plants of peaceable virtues.
Waters of reformed spirits sourced from the rivers of Eden.

Clouds gifted by the fruits of spiritual Holiness,
drifts above this mass of rare strata.
The wind of glory sweeps across it purifying the trespassers.
The heavens open up showers the land with abundant blessings.

The desert of evil is no more.
The land has been taken by the King of kings.
No more dark days and symbolized eclipses,
Its neither day or night,just LIGHT of heavenly nature.

We are the rays that roam the land.
We live forever in the long awaited Kingdom of Justice.

By M.O.O aka C.E

RED DOVE

Last year,two months this year, the coated birds migrated from forest to bush.
I digitally watched them flock sanctuaries and sing adage anthems.
The analog era crushed in a flash.
Virtual feathers of a somewhat new plight heated the system.

Amongst the flock a peculiar bird,that reminded me of a way back cockerel.
Deep red feathers,dark eyes,swift mobility,convincing voice,diligent winds of answers.
As it elevates a yellow horn is blown to showcase its promised jewels.
This dove propels confusion towards the white flag dancers.

Should they conform to its jubilant color of rage and love?
Or reproach it cordially in a resplendent forlorn fight?

Amber is on,the earth dwellers have chosen to chew raw cloves.
As they watch them display their might of flight.

Shall it or has it towered the Aves?

By M.O.O aka C.E

THE CLOUDS WEPT

The land had been hardened by the heat.
The lake covered by hyacinth.
The skies showed no signs of nimbus clouds.
No forthcoming change foretold. Things stagnated to the point of zero motion mentally.

Shortly after the desertion came an invasion.
The heavens opened up late in the night to wet the roofs and earth.
Expectant dwellers baffled by the weather tried to symbolize the raindrops.

Weeping of the firmament at the verge of un-pellucid results,
Was vibrant and thunder-some once more before it was declared,it occurred.
Speechless and hopeless they cowered under the discomfort of uncertainty.

Prayers and whispers of peace cut through the puddles long unseen.
Tears of worry and subduction accompanied the,frozen one.

Will the coated courts rescind the blue cloud's appeal?

By M.O.O aka drenched citizen.

M...P

Money Power.
Measured Prosperity.
Meticulated Plunder.
Modulated Press.
Mystical Pressure.
Millions Pounds.
Many People.

Medicated Pulses.
Mendicant Population.
Mediocre Prudence.
Meaningless Proofs.
Myriad Problems.
(Metered Poems)
Mythical Patterns.
Modern Presidents.
Mortified Patriots.

Prime Movement.
Pioneering Minds.

Member-ed Posts.
Mechanized Projects.
Modified Products.
Mastered Profits.
Melting Popularity.

Presiding Master.
Pilfered Music.

Miscellaneous Plagiarism.
Morbid Pleasures.
Mistaken Personalities.
More Pain.

Poet Miltonic.
Preying Mediums.

Moved Public.
Merciless Puppeteers.

By,
M.O.O
aka
C.E