Batman, Batman
Where are you today
Can't you see the villain
Almost on his way
He's ready with his hatred
He's filling lives with lies
Pretending he's innocent
and laws don't apply
Batman, are you listening
or have you chosen his side
You've always stood for justice
Like the woman with blinded eye's
His manner is so convincing
and to the willing his laws imply
The ignorant fear opinions
and keep repeating the lies
Batman can't you see him
How he breaks the law with pride
While justice is applied to others
But him this justice hides
Can't you read the tea leaves
Predicting the future near by
Don't the bones spell out disaster
To dismayed African eye's
Batman will you be there
on that certain day
The day we all shall matter
or can we get away
choose the not and rather
The time now is eminent
It maybe just the way
But what some see as irrelevant
just maybe Judgement Day
2P.M. Dec 23 2023
How to prune the heart?
Echoing the rhythm of "Maqomat Ras".
I trembled with childlike syntax.
Monarchs and nobility operated under rules.
Faith versus the truth.
I put all my mental energy into this.
I waddled towards the front door.
I beg, proclaim for nothing, and debris splits.
Where is the sparkling heart?
Rest of high-end dogmatic pegs.
Thrones, lives, Crusaders, and Moors.
I anchored at the heart gate.
A trans-theologia of the urban cosmos.
How to prune the heart?
I shall be a marauder
Looting and plundering
I refuse to kill though
Even in the name of religion? Someone asks.
Especially in the name of religion, I reply.
hammered anvil dark heavy with silver beaten head
cooled now after the silver sword
with steaming sizzle and hiss
met with the cold water’s kiss
hardened, sharpened, beaten but undefeated
ready for battle, eager to be wielded
by strengthened and well-trained arm
into battle, in to battle, kill and harm
defending, attacking, parrying, flying
singing sword rings the bell of armored plate
cleaving helmets, shields and pate
victory, victorious, overcomer
champion of battle, honors
celebrate
cheer
the enemy defeated
hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, hear!
the enemy from far was defeated so near
and as the sword to anvil returns
and as the fire stoked so brightly burns
the blood and memory is washed away
to be sharpened, honed,
to fight another day
A masked crusader
leapt off the screen
and stepped into
my nightmarish dream
and with a Biff! And a Boff!
he fought off my foe
from the kind of dream threats
we all know
and then he turned
quickly looked me in the eye
and said; “this is where
I have to say goodbye!”
“But ..but you can’t leave!
I Screamed, I Ranted
in a panicked sorrow;
what about tomorrow?
And as he tore away
his whispered echo said
“you know your on your own now, and I know
you can find your own way home.”
Why, in the world, is there so much control?
Society is curled, to someone else's goal.
Human rights and freedom, are now stated in law,
Those rules though, the 1%, still seem to ignore,
Guess that's allowed, after a cosy dinner at dave's?
This sunken economy, that more taxes will save!
We're all in this together, let's give ourselves a pay-rise
The rich take more, the poor get less, Torie's idea of a compromise!
With the flouridic calcification of the Pineal Gland
Blinding the mind, so they can steal the land,
As mankind loses sight, of our true potential
The lies that are sold, become so influential!
But Sheople don't see, they gobble them up whole
Buried from truth, outsighted by a mole!
I hope one day we'll all become brave
We don't need illusory money, we are not it's slave!
In these times, this dawning of a new age
Humans will be free from money and fear, it's high time we left that cage!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Crusader
Back in our history of the blest
We had the great crusades
Men with red crosses on their chest
Swords against the Scimitar blades
Yes battles fought and lives were lost
Religious faith, obsession
The same true God, the awful cost
Death scythe’d with great aggression.
Todays evil ones would murder all
Is death now a disease
Does hatred of mankind, bitter gall
Create such misery
If Hatred turned back on self
Creates for you depression
Insanity now does spend the wealth
Is that now your impression
Don Johnson
Child Crusader
My life is not my own,
but a tribute for a greater sake.
Striving to make better a world,
that children did not make.
Giving a child a chance to live,
unlike us from way back when.
Preventing a repeat of a childhood,
from happening all over again.
In doing so, is not easy,
because harm comes from all around.
Hoping to identify with every child,
who becomes lost and not found.
For the cycle continues, and continues.
Still we must persist,
and if they still don't want to listen,
then we must insist.
Until finally the point,
for children, is made clear.
The world is going, to be as it is,
unless a chance, is given here.
What happened to the stories
of men that came to see her at night?
Some had wings
and even took flight
to her window.
Some were brave
and went off to fight.
Some had vision
and created sight
for their people.
There is always one
though that stands above.
Crimson red
a heart of love.
Often becomes
the woman's dove
after he's had his sorrow.
Bring the man
that travels in wind.
Fights the devil
free from sin.
Has such love
Intelligent too.
Can make the
Oneness
out of two.
Crusdader of a
giving land
Has such magic
in his hand
to take
but not destroy.
His life is to enjoy
After good deeds
After the good seeds
are planted.