CliffSongs

  Dreaming Darkness   This cannot be real, We have fallen into a dream. This is not reality, Things are not what they seem. We have drifted away from the track, This is the wrong scheme. We are treading deep water, Have we lost our paddles to the stream?   What storyline is told By the sneering mouth full of lies? Are all of these minds so closed That they cannot pierce the disguise? Are they so driven to accept The promise of an unearned prize? Do they know where we’re headed, Are they hypnotized?   When the nightmare is over, Will the sun shine a darker hue? When the dark dream is ended, Will there be a dimmer view? When the ordeal is complete, Will the wages come due? Will we rise refreshed or, Will the sun shine a darker hue?   We are plunged into this darkened realm. I tire of this unreality. Dregs are risen from the bottom, We bow not to monstrous society. A trap built of hallucination: A ...

  Scars   They call him hero, But that doesn’t heal the scars. Memory is too near, so He only tells the stars. If he can ever get clear though, He might quit the bars, Where they call him hero, But never see the scars.   Ten years and a day since he went away, Volunteered to protect his land. He had hardly got in and the fighting began, Still he was proud to make his stand. The 12 hour flight, boots a bit too tight, His training tested weapon in his hand. But the intel went bad, and they knew they were had, And surviving became the new plan.   They call him hero, But that doesn’t heal the scars. Memory is too near, so He only tells the stars. If he can ever get clear though, He might quit the bars, Where they call him hero, But never see the scars.   The rockets were bursting all around, then the wheels hit the ground The bullets were flying before he got off the plane. He watched one, then two go dow...

  The Real Fake News – Midnight Madness Malfunction   The Kash Patel Lookalike Contest set for the beginning of next month so far has three entries: a bucket of KFC left on someone’s porch for a week, a shopping bag found blowing down the street, and a wet rock with googly eyes glued on it. The only human withdrew because in his words, “Sure I look like him, but I couldn’t get the idiocy and self-absorption just right.”   During a recent interview, Donald Trump spoke with rare candidness about his health. Pointing to the back of his hand he said, “This only happened after I took over from Joe Biden.” Absently rubbing his neck he claimed,” Anyone can see I inherited a real mess.”   Kristi Noem, former DHS screwup and current Shieldmaiden of the Americas, was seen berating Corey Lewandowski in a restaurant parking lot for not growing his hair longer and learning to speak Elvish.   Pete Hegseth announced an event to be held at Madison Square Garden ...

  Another Fray   Another day dawns, another batch of skews. Another day of the medicated news. Another fray to obfuscate the views, Another fray to set the brains to snooze.   The winds of war blow behind their eyes, This isn’t noble: the unobtainable gold prize. Just read the news to learn whom to despise, Just more hate in religious disguise.   They move all their pawns, And we veer off the track, The days just crawl on, And I don’t want to look back. They tell us stay home While the war games are played, Our futures are blown… These are the bad old days.   Another day and the more twisted word, Another crisis for secrets to be obscured. Into the death spiral the faithful are lured, Only a thicker web of lies is assured.   The blameless are bled while the truth is held at bay. The fat stay well-fed while children are betrayed. The world’s population is the rich man’s buffet, Just an example of the ...

  The Chronicles of Emptyman   Emptyman, He knows he’s the hero of our times. Emptyman, Needs yet another shrine. Emptyman, Equipped with super flexible spine, Emptyman, Full of himself all the time.   Emptyman, Lives a life full of fail. Emptyman, Cannot let you hear the tale. Emptyman, They’re hot on his trail. Emptyman, Just one step ahead of the jail.   Emptyman, Coming in to Ruin the day For everyone else. Emptyman, Can never find Substance enough To find himself. Emptyman Grabbing up All the everything That never helps. Emptyman, Coming in to Ruin the day For everyone else.   Emptyman, Never said what he said. Emptyman, Spots on the record he cannot shed. Emptyman, So many wrong roads has he sped. Emptyman, In way over his head.   Emptyman, Never should have written the check. Emptyman, His every move we inspect. Emptyman, How much more can he wreck? ...

  Memories of Mist   I have memories Living within the skin, Singing along the nerves, Dreaming deep in the bone,   I don’t know what they are.   Some long ago Where I have never been, Where I have always been, Where we used to be,   How lost are we?   Do the mountains mutter? Do the oceans chant? Does the sky weep? Do the stars judge?   I would hear it all.   Once we ran with Puck and Pan, Once we danced in the pixie ring. Why did Fairie abandon us? Or was she sent away?   Conquest isn’t always winning.   I feel song beyond the stars, Melody played on sister moon. I note the trumpet of the sun, The orchestration of earth that thrums.   The language just beyond my reach…   Morning jewels lay on the grass, Gossamer veils roll on the meadow, Painted scenes on autumn tree, Pillowed wonder of winter sparkling,   Magic diminished by industry. ...

  Home Front   What news from the front Established now in the capitol And warring within? The preemptive strike Against the media they own, A warning of a plot That they enact themselves: Reverse engineering the truth To set themselves free.   Let the tale now be told By the least informed, The easiest swayed. Their enemy named: Any with a question, Any with proof of misdeed, Any not on the knee before them.   The bombs fall on foreign soil, The strangulation is at home.   Crisis, Situation, Dilemma, Catastrophe, A program composed of confusion, But a program nonetheless, Which way to turn When every direction is further down? A program of confusion, Disguising the intent.   What songs are sung again By Crusaders of this century, Inspired by promise of redemption For crimes committed by someone else, But gladly absorbed, And explained away, To give themselves permissions For ...

  The Brutal Peace   Today I had to rearrange my head, While he explains the schoolchildren dead. Did they hear waters of cooling calm? They only heard the sound of the falling bombs. How high up must you climb To make up a war to hide your crime? How many deaths to make them cease Warring away to a brutal peace?   This is the day and the night of the Beast. On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast. How many deaths until they cease? How long until they force us under the brutal peace?   A casualty of the incompetence curse, Can’t be best of the best, so he’ll take worst of the worst. A population he cannot control, Even with the civilian death toll. Have our innocent no defense? How is this an unimpeachable offense? Only in death will they ever cease, Extracting from us another brutal piece.   This is the day and the night of the Beast. On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast. How many deaths unt...