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Fruition Perdition

Updated on December 3, 2013

My God, my God,

Why have you forsaken me?

Where are the wings to set me free?

I am not the man that we all see.


I sped toward death,

With reckless speed.

Constant pain and exile,

Fertilize the undesirable weed.


There is no future,

That requires rehearsal.

There is no forgiveness,

No grounds for reversal.


So the truth is a lie,

The great historian wrote.

And my benediction,

Evokes no footnote.


And so this temple,

Has slowly become,

A broken down, shabby,

Neglected, overgrown slum.


I plead for redemption,

One righteous flight,

Your kingdom come,

Please take me to the light.



~Micky Dee~




Tell me, sweet lord, what is’t that takes from thee
Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
And start so often when thou sit’st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
And given my treasures and my rights of thee
To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?



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    • writerjj profile image

      writerjj 4 years ago

      deep and powerful. Thank you for writing and sharing this poetic hub.

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      Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain

      Love you, Micky. Always tell it like it is.!!! Only you manage to turn it also into great poetry. (Made me cry, though, but you often do that)

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      sligobay 4 years ago from east of the equator

      Hello Micky Dee. Your farewell is acknowledged with resignation. May God grant your prayer and let you pass into His kingdom painlessly. The world ended in March 2011 in Fukushima Japan. Read my new hub and you will understand. We are only waiting for the final mushroom cloud. Three reactors melted down and their corium are burrowing through the soil to the Earth's core. China syndrome is irreversible. We do not want to survive in the wasteland which follows. We have lived our lives. I weep for the children.

      The irony is that Fukushima is just hundreds of miles from Hiroshima where the nuclear insanity of man began, sixty something years ago. Watch the worst case scenario video about the fatal cloud which will cross the Pacific, attack Pearl Harbor and then the west coast, then north america and then Europe and the entire northern hemisphere, and then round and round the world again.

      Safely removing the 1,500 active fuel rods, not spent, from Reactor #4 is impossible but necessary. They are beneath collapsed steel girders from the roof of the reactor. It is not an exaggeration to say that we are all doomed. Our own mortality is fixed. This is the depopulation of the planet that the elite oligarchy envisaged perfectly disguised as an unavoidable accident. Australia may be best positioned to become the island refuge of the one percent.

      Micky Dee, you have been a gentleman of principal in this life and you can take that to the pearly gates. Nice knowing you.

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      Paradise7 4 years ago from Upstate New York

      Haunting, sad, profoundly felt. You really are a great poet.

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      prasetio30 4 years ago from malang-indonesia

      Beautiful poem, my uncle. I am so happy to see you here. I hope you always healthy....amen. God bless you.

      Your nephew,


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      PurvisBobbi44 4 years ago from Florida


      That was beyond awesome and my first poem of the day. Beauty from our hearts to words we share, have a great day without a care.

      Bobbi Purvis