L C Vieira

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2012 - Poem by L C Vieira

Horoscope
Tarot card
Palm reader
Psychic
Hollywood
Fantasy
Sci- Fi
Misery
Gloom. Doom.
Alien womb
(anything but the Tomb)
Build a bunker
Hoard supplies
Only live to survive
Learn to breathe
and meditate
End Times Retreat
at last year's rate
Fear is near
Pass the beer
Countdown, blog
the atmosphere
Die. Die.
(log in my eye)
West Coast's slipping
by and by
Scholars
Dollars
Dirty Collars
Rumors
Tumors
Bye Bye Boomers
Clarity or Charity
anything to spare me
Pocket pills still on trial
prophecies of old denial
Close my eyes and you're not here
If you're not here, then I can't care
Give me anything but Truth
from that old Book I've left unused
as if less true when unopened
ancient words as if unspoken
tested throughout history
revealing the Great Mystery.
So you know?
No one knows.
Not Green Religion,
Mayan clues,
Nostradamus,
checkout news.
Someone knows.
Not tea leaves,
crystals, orbs,
cracks in sidewalks,
ouija boards.
Someone knows.
He said He knew
when He foretold
Revelation
time unfolds -
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
We cannot stop
that forward clock,
our hearts' tick tock.
Yet with each breath
do we forget
the One who holds
the Time to Stop -
Still time to stop -
Still time -
still?

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Someone shared what her favorite psychic said about west coast sinking. Her relative insists superior aliens now walk among us to bring a peaceful, positive 2013 around the world.

News report crazy extremes of deep-below-ground bunkers, people leaving jobs, wondering what to do with their kids - and panic.

I thought I'd spend today swimming and reading - and writing this.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 13, 2013


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