All Poetry Copyright © Daniel Skidd 1997 - 2005

 
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END GAME
AFTER THE BANG
APOCALYPSE
THE SAME
THAT'S THAT
WAS IT A WASTE OF TIME
DRAGON
OLD BLUE EYES
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
END GAME
 
 
 
  Terrible things may happen soon

The brilliant sun could go in at noon yet it be the month of June.

The sky above will look like blood

From boy to man, from cot to pram from bat to cat to diplomat, from fish to sea, from bird to tree

To even those on bended knee, effected will all these be

By he the Wizard from the eternal see

In ninety five he came alive the windows of his life complete with flying fools and flashing feet

However love will find a way to end his evil plan the downfall of all man

 
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
AFTER THE BANG
 
 
 
  All passions burnt out in the searing heat

Bodies lie scorched on every street

Road gutters are gutted with blood, mixed up with all types of rubbish and mud

Millions of houses are just cracked up shells

Most of the souls who once lived there have gone to Hell

O' where are you now great technos',not coming to the feast perhaps you realize that you were just tools of the beast.

The population you now have cut down to size

For this great achievement you have been awarded first prize

It seemed great to have made a machine that could make all your dreams but look at the results when it made up its own schemes.

The World seems now to be a much bigger place with most of the people gone off its face

Robots rule now by day and by night, they turn on and off everything in sight

Try dialing the Internet, you'll find its all gone except for a repeated message telling you to hang on

Lucky underground cables saved you a little way all others outside have just shriveled away

Fresh food now is a thing of the past.

It soon disappeared after the first few nuclear blasts

The microchip implanted inside your head will tell the main computer whether your alive or dead

The bird you see fly past your window, is not any bird but a camera in flight.

You can't pull down the shutters that will not do

Don't you know what its like to be one of the chosen few.

 
 
 

 

 
 
 
APOCALYPSE
 
 
 
  Great days are ahead in the land of the dead or so St John wrote what he saw far ahead.

We'll call on the hills to fall and to crush us

We'll hide in dead reeds and burnt out bushes

We'll cough and we'll sneeze because we've used up most of our trees for unnecessary needs

The mountains of waste that we buried in haste will erupt from their tombs to cause many wounds

The blind will be blessed as they will not see what we've have traded for greed and insanity

 
 
 

 

 
 
 
THE SAME
 
 
 
  The new millennium has just begun

It hold many fears

Don't talk to me of anti-Christ he has been with us for countless years

The troubles have more than trebled but so to has our race.

I guess most of us will still be the same no matter how many times we play the game

Are we going to be like the people of Easter island who became extinct through worshipping false Gods

Turning all their beautiful trees into dead logs to pries and lever up stone statues.

Who still facing seawards bear witness to their folly are we doing the same pursuing lolly

I, guess we are like acne on the Worlds beautiful face

One day nature will cure us or else we will disappear without trace.

 
 
 

 

 
 
 
THAT'S THAT
 
 
 
  Things are going fine, six , six six, nine nine nine.

The Internet is spreading porn, six, six, six, nine, nine, nine

People are crawling in and out of the net.

Politicians are mainly accepted as smooth talking creeps with scandals breaking out from week to week

The planet is polluted with indestructible rubbish and crap

Some of the church guardians are perverts six, six, six, nine, nine, nine things are going fine

Eskimo's will soon have all year round tans.

Drugs and greed have become the rage, not to mention athletes of any age.

It's nearly on every newspaper page

Suicide rates are up sky high among the young, I wonder why ,it seems happiness is hard to buy.

Thank God they have found water on the moon.

The one's who survive might have to live there soon

 
 
 

 

 
 
 
WAS IT A WASTE OF TIME
 
 
 
  Drinking the sweet tainted wine of the Babylonian whore.

Milking the accursed golden calf to obtain it's material milk so completely impure. It's substance of no use to the needy or the poor

Nursing sins hoping for an anti-dote to avoid being smote

The driving force from wind to steam to mechanical machine

Then quickly on to electrification to micro chip, to silicone hip and shapely tit

Lucifer is in a constant laughing fit, even he could not make up half of it

His two pet lambs are ready now to fulfill his plans.

The churches and temples he has rocked and rolled.

Their virtues and morals easily sold for temporary gold

They depend nearly completely now on the old.

St.Peters keys are only temporarily lost I, hope.

 
 
 

 

 
 
 
DRAGON
 
 
 
  I saw the black dragon with its four red heads

I saw its flame, I saw its game

It kept revolving in a circular moving mass, it made it nearly impossible to pass

It arrived from out of the sea of snakes.

In most men's eyes it could make no mistakes

The Earth it will scour with its evil power.

 
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
OLD BLUE EYES
 
 
 
 

I have looked into the seconds sky blue eyes They have seen before we have been

I wonder how bad or worse could be than to try and cut down, an eternal growing tree

I have seen the timeless virtues being washed away by life to-day. I have heard the religious drug crazed ranting being loudly chanted in the halls of black

I have sensed the four horses at the starting gate I am thinking now that its getting late