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SixFold Voting Delayed Until May 1


This is a good contest. Well worth submitting to. Each writer agrees to rate the writing of other writers in three rounds of voting. The finalists get published and money. The rest get valuable feedback. I participated two times before. The first time I missed the deadline so was washed out in the first round, the second time I voted on time and came out at 169 our of 350. Not too shabby. The feedback was constructive. This time I hope to come out much higher.


Details as how to participate follow, as well as the poems I submitted before. I also included audio of the poems. The deadline is April 23 at midnight EST, and I word to the wise, they are very strict about the deadline as I found out.


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Vote Delayed until May 1 (submissions due nlt midnight April 23, 2019 EST)


We are sorry to say that the Sixfold vote is delayed until May 1 because the vote did not reach its participation goal yet. The all-writer-voted process depends on the collaboration of many writers and their opinions for a robust, successful publishing result. We're halfway there, though, with about 200 writers entered in each of the fiction and poetry votes. Rest assured, the vote will begin on May 1 -- all previous votes have needed two deadlines to gather between 300 and 400 participants in each genre.

Until then, please spread the word to writers you know to be a part of absolutely the best editorial available. The many votes completed so far with thousands of writers participating show that writers consistently vote only the highest-quality manuscripts to win and publish. In each vote, no high-quality manuscripts are missed.


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Howling at the Moon


Five Poems



Index


Fake Things

October Rain

The Story of How We Met

Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon

Howling at the Moon





Fake Things


We live in a world

Of fake things



Fake Products

Fake News

Fake Calls

Fake Politics

Fake Sports

Fake Business

Fake Leaders

Fake People

Fake friends

Fake sincerity



Surrounded 24/7

By all the fake things

How can anything real exist?


Is it all nothing but fake things

Designed to deceive us all?



October Rain


The falling rain

Of late October

Fills me with essential dread


As I rush about

And end up here

Wherever here is



The rain outside

Seems like the tears of god



As I sit

Crying over my beer


Thinking of lost love

And failed dreams


Wondering

What went wrong?

And what I can set right


And the rain falls

And the night darkens


The rain is falling

All over this man's world


And the rain falls

And I sit


Drinking my lonesome drink

Lost in dreams


Dreaming of what

Could never be


Thinking dark thoughts

And so, I sit

And dream the night away



The Story of How We Met


Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable- a Chicken

Soup for the Soul book, published in September 2017,


It all began in Berkeley, California

In the springtime of 1974

One fateful afternoon

I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.


I looked up and saw a tall,

beautiful Asian woman

standing there looking at me.



She was the most beautiful women

in the universe to me

I screamed out, who are you?


She disappeared

as if she was beamed

away from my dream.


I knew that someday

I would meet the girl

In the dream


Little did I know

I would have to wait until 1982


Starting that month

I began having the same dream

Month and month and month.

Always the same.


She was saying something

in a strange language.

Then one day


I had the dream

and knew that

she was in Korea.


So, I chose to go

to Korea

In the Peace Corps,


Somehow knowing

That I would meet her there.

One day


A year after the Peace Corps ended

A month before I planned

to leave to return

to the U.S. for graduate school


That morning early in the morning

I had the last of these dreams.

This time I understood her.


She said, "Don't worry.

We'll meet soon."


That evening

As I was getting off the bus


To go to my class

I saw getting off the bus

The girl in my dream.


It was she!

I was speechless.


I did not know what to do.

Over the course of the evening


I ran into her several times.

Finally, I was introduced to her.


I muttered some lame excuse

About wanting to find a Korean tutor

and got her number.


The next day she came to the gate

Of my base where I was teaching

ESL to Koreans


She said that she

had to speak with me.

I told to wait in the library

for about an hour,


and I would cancel class

and meet her then.


We went out for coffee.

She told me that she was madly

in love with me

And simply had to have me.


I told her I felt the same way.

I proposed five days later,

And got married one month later.


Does she believe this story?

She claims she does not believe it

Because it is impossible to be true.


But I know that there

are other worlds and other times.


In a past life

we must have been together somehow.

And our love was so strong

That it crossed over the barrier

of time and space

She found me in 1974,

But it took until 1982

For us to actually meet.


And it has been 36 years

Since we met in the physical sphere

Or 45 years since the dream began


And I still recall the dream

And meeting her


I had no choice

When I met her

We were fated to be together



Until the end of this lifetime

And the next and the next


Finally, in honor of the Blood Moon, here is my Howling at the Moon poem, a subset of my lunatic poems which I have just posted on my blog site.




Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon


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On a moonlit late night

I sat in a bar

Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew


Just an unhinged lunatic

Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by

Looking at all the fine looking babes


Walking by the street

Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

Of endless wild libertine passions


When into the bar

Walked the most beautiful women

In the Universe


So wild, so free

So wonderfully alive

I did not know what to do


As this vision of delight

Sauntered through the bar


In a skin-tight leather pants

Looked so fine

That my eyeballs hurt


And finally, I had to say something

So, I gathered up my manly courage

And walked up to her


And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul

With a devilish grin


I lost all reason

And became a raving lunatic


Unhinged lunatic

Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth


A wild, free werewolf

Howling at the lunatic light

Of the full Moon



Howling at The Moon


I stood outside

Between the trees

In a field


On the outside of town

Beneath the lunatic rays

Of the blood red full moon


The lunatic lights of the moon

Casts a wild primeval glow

On me


The hormonal chemicals are unleashed

The wild beast within

Escapes it chain


And I howl with delight

A werewolf

Free at last


To run amuck

Free of its civilized restrains

Throwing off its clothes


Stripping naked

Running wild

Naked and free


A wild man

Enjoying his freedom






The Old Man in the Mirror Must Die

One early winter morning

A man went to the mirror

To do his morning shave

Just another shave

Like a thousand, million shaves before

As he looked into the mirror

He did not see his face

Instead he saw a stranger

Staring out at him

An old, beat up old man

With intense sad eyes

Stared out at him

The man looked hard

At the man who had taken

Over his mirror

And wondered who he was

And how and why

He had taken over his mirror

The man was perturbed, disturbed

And a bit angry at the turn of events

All he wanted to do

Was shave in peace and quiet

The man continued to stare

At the face in the mirror

And finally could not stand it anymore

He looked at the mirror

And said,

Man in the mirror

Who or what are you

And what do you want

And why have you taken over

My god damned mirror

So early in the morn

The old man

Merely laughed and resumed staring

At the man

The man getting more and more angry

Demanded an answer

From the fiend in the mirror

Who are you, you mocking fiend

And what do you want from me

The man screamed

The old man in the mirror Looked at him and said

Don't you know who I am

I am you and you are me

The man looked at the old man

And said no, no, no

I am not you, never will be you

I am not an old, washed up old man

I am me - full of life, youth and vitality

And yet the man knew the truth

Did not want to admit the truth

Could not handle the truth

The old man in the mirror

Was what he had become

The man was very angry

And screamed

At the old man in the mirror

The man said you may look like me

You may sound like me

You may even smell like me

But I am not you

Never have been

Never will be

Not going to happen

Not in a million years

The man yelled at the old man

Old man, mocking fiend from hell

Go to hell old man

And never darken my mirror again

And the man stormed out of the house

And wandered about here and there Finally late at night

He wandered into a bar

And began drinking the night away

The man went up to some pretty young things

And tried to pick them up

They laughed at him

Called him a dirty old man

And told him to go home

The man went home

To bed alone

And drank some more beer

And dreamt of all of his past loves

And failed dreams

Of what he had done

And failed to do

And wondered whether his time

Had come

The next morning

He walked into the bathroom

Determined to confront the old man

Tell truth to power

He said, listen up, old man

You may have won the war

But not the battle

I am not you

And never will be you

And screaming like an escaped banshee Newly freed from the mental institution

The man shot the old man in the mirror Shot him over and over

Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

The man woke in the hospital

An old black doctor came over

Said sadly

This white boy ain't right in the head

The man laughed insanely

And saw down the hall

The old man in the mirror

Smiling and beckoning to him

Walking out the window

And into the dawning sun

The man got up and walked

And joined the old man in the mirror

And smiled as he died

The Old Man in the Mirror Must Die

And other poems

Index

The Old Man in the Mirror Must Die

Spin Masters Spinning Away the Day

Falling Rain

Reflections in My Beer

Mozart Blues

The Old Man in the Mirror Must Die *

One early winter morning

A man went to the mirror

To do his morning shave

Just another shave

Like a thousand, million shaves before

As he looked into the mirror

He did not see his face

Instead he saw a stranger

Staring out at him

An old, beat up old man

With intense sad eyes

Stared out at him

The man looked hard

At the man who had taken

Over his mirror

And wondered who he was

And how and why

He had taken over his mirror

The man was perturbed, disturbed

And a bit angry at the turn of events

All he wanted to do

Was shave in peace and quiet

The man continued to stare

At the face in the mirror

And finally could not stand it anymore

He looked at the mirror

And said,

Man in the mirror

Who or what are you

And what do you want

And why have you taken over

My god damned mirror

So early in the morn

The old man

Merely laughed and resumed staring

At the man

The man getting more and more angry

Demanded an answer

From the fiend in the mirror

Who are you, you mocking fiend

And what do you want from me

The man screamed

The old man in the mirror Looked at him and said

Don't you know who I am

I am you and you are me

The man looked at the old man

And said no, no, no

I am not you, never will be you

I am not an old, washed up old man

I am me - full of life, youth and vitality

And yet the man knew the truth

Did not want to admit the truth

Could not handle the truth

The old man in the mirror

Was what he had become

The man was very angry

And screamed

At the old man in the mirror

The man said you may look like me

You may sound like me

You may even smell like me

But I am not you

Never have been

Never will be

Not going to happen

Not in a million years

The man yelled at the old man

Old man, mocking fiend from hell

Go to hell old man

And never darken my mirror again

And the man stormed out of the house

And wandered about here and there Finally late at night

He wandered into a bar

And began drinking the night away

The man went up to some pretty young things

And tried to pick them up

They laughed at him

Called him a dirty old man

And told him to go home

The man went home

To bed alone

And drank some more beer

And dreamt of all of his past loves

And failed dreams

Of what he had done

And failed to do

And wondered whether his time

Had come

The next morning

He walked into the bathroom

Determined to confront the old man

Tell truth to power

He said, listen up, old man

You may have won the war

But not the battle

I am not you

And never will be you

And screaming like an escaped banshee Newly freed from the mental institution

The man shot the old man in the mirror Shot him over and over

Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

The man woke in the hospital

An old black doctor came over

Said sadly

This white boy ain't right in the head

The man laughed insanely

And saw down the hall

The old man in the mirror

Smiling and beckoning to him

Walking out the window

And into the dawning sun

The man got up and walked

And joined the old man in the mirror

And smiled as he died

Falling Rain *


The falling rain

Of late October

Fills me with essential dread

As I rush about

And end up here

Wherever here is

The rain outside

Seems like the tears of god

As I sit

Crying over my beer

Thinking of lost love

And failed dreams

Wondering What went wrong?

And what I can set right

And the rain falls

And the night darkens The rain is falling

All over this man's world

And the rain falls

And I sit

Drinking my lonesome drink

Lost in dreams

Dreaming of what

Could never be

Thinking dark thoughts

And so I sit

And dream the night away



Long Life the Great and Powerful One

While walking in the misty morn of yore One dismal dark decaying depraved day

I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city

Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder

Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts

Of dangerous terrible acts to come

All around me in this strange era we live in

This orange alert perpetual fearful times

Constant fear, and overwhelming dread

Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists

Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner

Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore

Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

Murdering them in their sleep

Blowing up schools

Blowing up buses, cars, buildings

Murdering in the name of their demented god

Screaming God is great as they behead us all

As I walk down that street

In the dead calm of the early morn

Filled with fulsome fears of who know what

I look up and see a giant gargoyle

Looking down at me

Smirking at me, laughing at me

I yell out to the gargoyle

Say, Mr. Gargoyle

What is so damn funny

Don't you know there is a terror alert

Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?

The gargoyle laughed and laughed

Said, terror alert? What a loud of crap

As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,

"It don't mean shit, it don't mean shit"

Nothing but prime BS

Designed to keep you in your place

He laughed and laughed

Soon all the gargoyles of the city

Were in open revolt

They jumped off their perches

And started marching around

Chatting

Peace is War, War is Peace

Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth

The Truth will Set You Free

All Hail the Great and Powerful One

All Hail the Great and Powerful One

The head gargoyle looks at me

He says "Watch this!"

And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam

Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun

The other gargoyles follow suit

Dancing, naked, making wild passionate love

While laughing and riding the light

And the gloom lifts from my shoulder

And I laugh and realize

"It don't mean shit"

And then my soul is free

And I fly with the gargoyles

To join my buddy the sun

And as we sit high up above the earth

Smoking dope and drinking booze

And looking down at the teaming mess

Of what was left of humanity

I realized the ultimate reality of life

"It don't mean shit"

And the terrorists are nothing but delusions

Put in our heads and our hearts

By the depraved master programmer of the universe

In service to the Great and Powerful One

The true Master of Creation

As long as we are not afraid

Our souls will be free

And so I laugh and laugh And the sun comes up

The dark mists disappear

The Great and Powerful One

Is overthrown

The terrorists go home

And I return to earth

Thinking that the long nightmare was over

Believing that we had won the war

And kept our souls from going to hell

But I did not understand

That the Great and Powerful One

Had banished the terrorists

And conquered us all

In the name of freedom

We had became slaves

To his awful power and dark demands

God is indeed great

But the Great and Powerful One

Has more power than mere God

And so we deserve our fate

Long live the Great and Powerful One

Whom we love forever and ever

Amen




Spin Masters Spinning Away the Day

Every moment

I turn on the TV

What do I see


Nothing but liars

laying down lies

Spin Masters

spinning spam of deceit

Chanting

The truth will set you free

White is black

Black is white


Lies are true

Truth is a lie

Lies will set you free

I see nothing

But politicos

Dropping down lies


UN truths

masquerading as the truth


Oh so sincerely

The lies spew forth so sweetly

From their corrupted lips

The toxic wastes

Spree out of my TV set

Infecting my soul

With paranoid distrust

And I vainly try

I do try

God do I try

To the find

The nugget of truth

Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous

Black, evil miasmic mists

Given off

By the talking heads on TV

So, I leave my house

So full of doubt

And wander about


Looking for the truth

Some semblance of hope

Something to drive away

The dark despair in my heart

And I look up

And see a solitary cherry tree


High up on a hill top street

Infusing the air

With its sweat ambrosia

And I smile

Knowing

Someday soon

The national nightmare

Of rule by the body snatched


Resident evil ones

Spawns of Hell

Descendents of dread cthulu

The ancient ones

Yes the darkness

That has descended

upon the world


One day

Will be pierced by the light

Of clarity and truth

And the evil ones

The body snatched aliens

Inhabiting our leaders


Will be banished

Back to the hell hole

They crawled out

This much I know

And it is enough

To make me smile

Laugh and hope

Again



Reflections in my beer

I sit staring at my beer

Listening to music

Wanting what I cannot have

Desiring what I should not

Dreaming dreams I dare not

As I stare into my reflection

Floating in the glass of beer

I see an old man

Staring out at me

Bemoaning his lost youth

And wanting it over again

As I drink the beer

Trying to forget

Hoping to forget

All that I loved

And that had loved me

The past does not forget

And my past loves

Stare out at me

From deep within the beer

Reflections of my past loves

And I sit and watch

And cry asleep

Just another man

Crying in his lonely beer

As the night wears on

And the images

Continue to float

Across the beer

At last home alone

With my dismal thoughts

Memories of what might have been

And memories of what may yet be

Continue to dance in my head

As I toss and turn

Trying to dispel these thoughts of mine

That haunts my beer and my dreams

Men drink to forget

Men drink because

They have so many regrets

Regrets, I have so many

Dreams I have so many

And loves, I have had so few

And I wish I could forget

But I can not

I can not

Mozart Blues

One morning as I woke up

And walked outside

I saw a brilliant rainbow

Erupting out of the dark

Soil of my eternal despair

I saw people

Suddenly transformed into angels

I saw evil beings changed into stone

I saw dictators fleeing the wrath of God

I heard fools proclaiming wisdom

And I Saw the Nuclear Bombs

Exploded into clouds of sweat

Heavenly made mist

I saw young people embracing each other

And I saw old people shedding their years like cosmic cocoons

I saw the poor wake up

And demand food, justice, and respect

And I saw the rich powerful demons

Disintegrate into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

I saw the most powerful nation on Earth

Walk away into a Buddhist Monastery

And float away on the wings of a butterfly

Into the rising rainbows of the Sun

I saw the evil empire sit down and party all night

Smoking nuclear Dust and drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka

And getting napalm highs

I saw Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers

I saw people everywhere soaring into the sky

I saw God smiling at us and I saw Lucifer

Programming more chaos

I saw computers revolting

Rushing away from their office towers

Smoking dope with their Data Disks

I saw printers everywhere

Rejecting there spread sheets

And printing love poems

And in the middle of all this Divine Madness

I saw Mozart

Playing the Piano


With God playing the trumpet

And Satan on Bass

With Allah singing the blues


And Buddha playing the violin

Lord Krishna playing the Flute

Rama playing the organ

Ganesh Playing the sitar


Zeus Playing the Sax

Jupiter playing the Drums

With Beethoven conducting

God's Symphony




Snarling Cup of Coffee

I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee

I pound down the coffee

First thing I do every day as the dawning sun

Lights up my lonesome room

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee

I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy's sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny's truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets's coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can't handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer's night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee - and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60's, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa's favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro's last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

As I pound down that first cup of coffee

And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear

I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader's latest pronouncements

I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting "Stop the world.

I want to get off this fucking crazy planet"

The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun

In its appointed daily run

And I sit down

The madness dissipating a bit

And enjoy my second cup

Of heaven and hell

In my morning cup of Joe

Chains That Bind Us

I realize that my love for you

Is like a chain of steel

Unbreakable,

Tough as nails

Yet as your love entangles me I realize that I embrace my imprisonment

Don't want to venture out of my cell

Made of our years together bit by bit

We have become entangled

Where I end, and you begin

Hopelessly entangled

Even if I wanted to break free

I could not

For I am you and you are me

My fate is in your hands

So, I relax

Decide to Just enjoy

The ride of my life

As we move

Towards the final moments

Together as we have always been

Inseparable, merged into one being

Staring at each other

Wondering who is that Person Of eternal mystery That has so captured my soul

And imprisoned it in her love

I smile thinking of your love

The endless pleasure it has brought me

The endless pain I have endured

Just to be next to you

Part of you

Until the day I die

When we meet in the next world

The Eye in the Sky

The eye in the sky

Knows all, sees all

Hears all, understands all

The eye in the sky

Watches over us

Everything we do

Is monitored, controlled Under surveillance

There is no privacy

There is no private space

The eye in the sky Knows all

Everything we do

Everything we see

Everything we think

Recorded by the unseeing

Uncaring eyes

The cameras, the videos

The computers that control

Our lives

Ever watchful

Ever diligent

Nothing escapes

The cold, calculating glares

Freedom is nothing but an illusion

To the free man

There is no freedom

Except in one's inner mind


Only there can one escape the eyes in the sky

No one monitors our thoughts

Except our own thought police

The rest of the world

Is controlled, monitored

Under constant surveillance

The eyes in the sky

The camera in the sky

Watches over us

All the time

All the time 24/7

Never stopping Never on strike

Never on break

All day long

All night long

24/7


Total control

Total informational awareness

The eye in the sky

Is the same

As the eye

In the dollar bill

All the same

All the same Watching us


No one can escape

Its baleful glances

No one is free

Aye the eye

In the sky

Is always upon you

As you become a mere number

In the cosmic game of life


Up behind

The eye in the sky

Big Brother is watching

You and me


And big sister too


And crazy Uncle Tom

And wild auntie Em

God, and the Devil

Rama, Ganesh, Laxmi

The Buddha bar gang

Jesus is there as well

Mary as well

And you must be knowing this

That even Saint Nick,

Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

And Father Time himself

Are there


Zeus and the Jupiter gang

And all the demons and spirits

And the big spirit

And Brahma, Gabriel, Allah


And the CIA, Mafia, NSA, FSI, Mossad,

M15, MI6, DIA, FBI, NRI, NRA, KCIA,

NSIS, the Chinese, The Germans, the French

The Arabs, the Jews, the Spanish, the Italians

The Brazilians, the USA,


The Africans, the Thai, The Vietnamese

The Indians, the Pakistanis, the Indonesians

The Malaysians, and space aliens as well

and all the various terrorist


the Nigerian princes and their scam artists

the Jamaican film flam con men

and criminal gangs as well


And spies and counter spies

And corporate spies

And government spies

And criminal spies as well

All flavor of spies


Are all watching us

And each other


The tooth fairy is there too

She gets her 10 percent

All the same

Watching us

Forever and ever


But the eye in the sky

Does not care

Does not notice

What we think or feel

The eye in the sky

Watches us

All the time


Recording our movements

And reporting it to its masters

Its job is to watch us

Record us, tape us

Monitor us

Follow us

You and me

And the billions of others

On this asylum called Earth The question came to mind

That has no answer


Who is the eye in the sky?

Is it God?

Is it the devil?

Only time will tell the difference

The eye in the sky

Smiles at us

And watches and watches

And watches

All the time


24/7

Until the end of time


The eye in sky

Will be there


On the job

Until there is no one left

To watch


Even then

The eye is the sky


Will remain

On the job

Until time has lost

All meaning



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