The Great Game

Baut Images: The Iron Mask

Call a spade, a spade.
A club, a club.
A heart, a heart,
And a diamond, a diamond.

A spade, to dig your grave.
A club, to beat your wife.
A heart, to rend and wound.
And a diamond, made from blood.

And so it is
You play the great game!
The great game of Poker,
Whilst trying to outsmart one another,
And pretend, to be friends, when you're not.

Petty deceivers, most of all,
As you dance and piroette for wall streeters.
Smile and nod for politicos,
And skip and jump for the corporates;
Who rape you whilst you sleep.

Liars!
Fake friends!
Cheaters!
Poisoners!
You know who you are!

Duplicitous humankind.
You have sown the seeds
Of your own destruction.
So, go on and play your games,
Just know you're already the loser.

Call a spade, a spade.
A club, a club.
A heart, a heart,
And a diamond, a diamond.

Kali reigns supreme!

Roger Allen Baut

"Blessed is he that reads aloud the Word of the Prophesy"

Winter Solstice



Baut Images: Sudden Snow


Sudden snow.
A pause.
An inhalation.
Waiting.
Watching.
The planet stirs.
Solar storm warning.

Winter Solstice.
Ice knives fly.
Too late.
No cover.
Homeland insecurity.
Fear merchants.
No recompense for the rich.

Sudden snow.
A pause.
An exhalation.
St. Vitus dances.
Bankers leap from windows.
Jeremiah reads Lamentations.
The city lays deserted.

Roger Allen Baut

I Remember Autumn

[Baut Images: Angel in the Sky]

I remember Autumn, as a child.
Smoky scents on a crisping breeze.
Images of baked potatoes.
Frost.

Clear blue skies.
A hazy amber afternoon sun setting.
School children.
Cornstalks.

I was a child then.
A potential.
Dreaming.
Dreaming still.

But, the child is now locked inside,
And away from those Halcyon Days
Of golden September and October;
When we laughed, and ran, in the pumpkin patch.

I remember Autumn, as I am today.

 ©2011 Roger Allen Baut