Poltical Nonsense Poem by Ron Poetry

Last week I turned on my television and I'm flooded with campaign commercials, speeches, republican conventions of
asinine assumptions and pointless conversations from Romney's camp... SoI fell deep into an angered sleep and dream of a futured world that's not Obama ran....Captivate the children mired in gloom beneath dismal skies With broken umbrellas unprepared for the cold depressing rain...

Thick fog of disappointment covers the soul's landscape As nervous lips mumble prayers to the dissipating sunset of hope.. And I'm searching for a pair of eyes immune to graveyard imaginations...

Dark beliefs and spirit-killing thought disease contaminate our dreams, But I'd like to kiss your secret tattoo and supple skin as we make our escape to an unknown city where we can carry seeds of positive new identities to later flourish... If not then our children will float away in the flood of youth, life is winding down. The fortress of life slowly subsides amidst cracks and weeds...
The rain beats wearily drearily over the fog-backed river. The maggot knocks in the night...
Dog eared moments always come back to highland burns Hosannahing down the bens of distant childhood Lately the badger woods shrivel away like leaves..
Late in the ghost season, Those who were flesh come oftener in my dreams...
Wedded I was a poor crop A meagre harvest under sodden skies talking to stones and moonshine...
I am the parent of my discontent the sermons of infancy roar in my ears..
But I can say, and this most truthfully I have loved the fox and the shy quick darting bird and wish them many blessings in the name of the sun, which only shines on the rich side of this Earth under a Romney ran planet.... Wake me before this becomes reality...
Ron Poetry