Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Jan 14, 2018 in Day Gun
Shadows surface killer whale
Shark fin lockless monster tale.
Hold the reigns this woolly mammoth
Pull my finger trickster hand fist.
Let me kiss you here goodnight
Sweet dreams fight lucid fright.
Talking back to the mirror
You could use a trim hear hear.
What you will until fulfilled
Nothing’s free there is a bill.
Day Gun
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 29, 2017 in Day Gun
Wait. Wait. Rest.
Winter me.
Everything in
the Great Hollow Tree.
A warm whisper tongue
sings it true.
Some days I get it wrong,
someday flowers bloom.
Some days I fled to run
from falling night.
Quiet heals,
reflection brings sight.
The time is ripe,
ripe for you.
To say I Love,
I Love You True.
Day Gun
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 24, 2017 in Day Gun
Dear ones beware,
there are trophy hunters out there
who long to skin bare
your conquered carcass without care.
Never real or sincere,
your love a meal for their lair.
For until you prepare
to shield yourself for spiritual warfare,
the wild horse of your heart
may be mounted like a trophy hunt.
Day Gun
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Oct 13, 2017 in Day Gun
Conformity what a bore
Never wild, tame like a dog
Lame like a horse, just put it down
Be free from the chore.
Collectivism what a play
Used to divide, take freedom away.
Taught in the schools
brought home to fools
Playing the game
day after day…
life after life
Rotting your soul,
just do what you’re told.
Pay no mind and follow the blind?
OR
Find your own damn way!
Day Gun
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Sep 20, 2017 in Day Gun
I pledge alligators to the State Health Department
which force feeds Minnesotans
a toxic waste slurry
in our water
under God indivisible
with plenty of slurry for all.
Day Gun
A 12 year study on the effects of fluoride on children’s IQ’s:
https://ehp.niehs.nih.gov/ehp655/
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Sep 15, 2017 in Day Gun
Ants with warheads dream evermore deeply
Mind infection force fed to the sleepy.
Cycles of time wipe clean eras’ great lies
An 80 year earth breath goes sy, cough cough, sy.
So what is the crop on this farm?
Who is the farmer if we are the farmed?
I’ll tell you this much, but you won’t believe me
This place: a school for souls to hone feelings.
Day Gun
