Homage To A Mirage

I slid far past 400 millennia of stellar drift
to an expedition unknown,
far past the incredible wonders of Angkor Wat
and exceeded to the manicured-stone pyramids of Egypt,
and sauntered through the Mayan ruins,
meanderings and forgotten lore, 
Lo, this journey led me to a veiled oasis, Mecca, 
then back to the darken hallow grounds of Golgotha, 
this passage is an awakening
of some transient vexation,
these barters of prophecy who entrust foresight
to an inexperienced cad, carelessly reliant and defiant this 
Oracle of time, who allots hours to those who have 
already died. 


-  John Hardesty

The Night Empties

The night empties into the silence of an unending
assault of gloom, there the madness rampages and will
not let go of the drifting hopelessness, this devolution
dials up self-destruction and aimless hope, where many
find refuge in prayer and some secular omnipotent and
cadger who grants wishes to good-doers I do not, and I
loathe the savant smith who wrote the bible to oppress
the weak-minded- hark this bullshit; so, I just sit here
biding my time waiting for Godot's knock, and while you
scowl at my beliefs I mock yours and your demented
ontogeny of opal hope, this god you adore truly hates
everything he created and then he smites every living
thing in his wake, if he exists there should be one High
Court appointed to charge him with multitudes of
epic carnage, there let judgment ring high; and I will
traverse back to black of nothingness where atoms
dart to find more soulless beings to annihilate and
wreck havoc upon the chance of existence. Adieu,
glad to have known you.

- John Hardesty