A DIGITAL BLEED

 

Numbers click like an endless clock,

Flashing lights on neon signs lock –

We trade our hours just to turn the key,

Roads built with sweat, but far from free!

The meter jumps – a digital bleed,

Filling a gas tank that’s built on greed!

We spend our lives to turn the wheel,

Pay at the pump to cross the hill!

Hundreds of bucks to drive a mile,

To work a job for a little while . . .

No real choices – pay what’s on the sign

We pull our hair – we lose our mind!

Corporate greed with endless earnings,

But what are our children learning?

No trains to catch, no bus to wait –

Endless miles to the next toll gate!

Our bank account numbers in decline

The digital meters leap and climb –

So, pull the trigger, lock the steel,

Pay the price to turn the wheel –

We swap our sweat to turn the key,

Only in America, where we are free!

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 21, 2026

LIFE STRIPPED AWAY

 

The door of life opens without a name,

And the endless debts we leave unpaid –

The words held back, the unignited flame,

And gentle hands we lifted or delayed!

As time casts light upon our stone,

We stand stripped bare, yet still unknown . . .

An unvarnished image lost in our mind,

But who, if any, has the right to fret?

Life strips away status, wealth and time

Leaving only intentions, love, and regret!

Just wait, the hourglass will run dry –

The page will turn, the thread unraveled;

Our quit days just keep rolling on by,

And no one saw the roads we traveled!

The scales are tipped by no earthly claim,

No money or title can clear the ledger;

The light demands no grand acclaim,

But measures love with a quieter measure

Each hidden motive, each quiet grace,

Stands clear at last in that final place.

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 20, 2026

FLAMES OF PASSION

Fire does not ask permission from a spark

It burns away quietly in the night;

It only knows the hunger of the dark,

And the soul, a taunting need to become light.

It is the needle that pulls against the thread,

An endless need before the sadness unfolds,

And it refuses to leave a single word unsaid,

Or let the quiet embers gather cold!

Feeling of blood running through our veins,

And follows where a gentle spirit goes—

Unaware of the danger or the pain,

Consumed entirely by the flame it chose.

Fire does not ask permission from a spark,

And neither does it care about the heart!

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 19, 2026

CLUELESS HUMANS

 

I once was a liberal,

I know, that’s hard to believe!

Ignorance needs no introduction!

All it takes is a little common sense –

First, we stop listening to the world!

It simply comes down to control!

You see the elite wants to rule us all –

What to say, what to eat, and where to go!

Constantly feeding us propaganda –

And in truth – it’s all made-up lies!

(AI) now this has taken over our brains!

So, why is there a need to think anymore?

Our total existence is stored on iPhones!

A whole generation of clueless humans –

Can you stop long enough to imagine that?

We can no longer think for ourselves!

A creative thought – what in the hell is that?

Are you listening! There is still hope!

Take a quiet moment and ponder these words:

“Train up a child in the way he should go:

And when he is old, he will not depart from it.”

Proverbs 22:6

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 15, 2026

OLD JACK AND ME

 

I sit here all alone…

The night is so cold!

As moon shadows dance

In the silver shadows

Where my heart needs to cry!

Loneliness has no friends,

And time cares not!

I pour myself another drink,

And old Jack has a bitter taste!

I hear the ice crack . . .

And I can feel your presence –

Memories hidden in a glass

As emotions rise in my soul!

Your love is all I ever needed,

But yesterday is now gone

As I sit here all along . . .

Where my heart needs to cry,

And old Jack doesn’t know why!

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 13, 2025

WALK QUIETLY

 

Cry, baby, cry!

   But we don’t know why –

The corn turns in the fields

   As time hurries on by,

The leaves are golden brown

   I guess summer is through

The dark clouds now linger,

   In a sky of blue.

 

Cry, baby, cry!

   The wind twirls on the street,

And the flowers begin to fade

   That once smelled so sweet,

Colors of laced all in blue,

   And some were scarlet red,

As the wind still dances

   In fields of golden thread.

 

Cry, baby, cry!

   Leave summer behind –

Fall is now in sight

   So, just find peace of mind!

Walk quietly in the shadow

   Of the time that was given,

And accept reality

   For all we have is now!

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 13, 2026

WALK WITH THE WISE

 

I see the world upside down in my head,

And the truth of it all I dread!

And tomorrow I wonder where we stand –

It’s like we’re sinking in quicksand!

But through it all we need to have faith

With God’s help man has what it takes!

What do we accomplish by being hopeless?

The world will always be in a mess!

So, when we rise, look outside . . .

Will it be a good day – only we can decide!

Yesterday is just a memory lost in time –

Don’t let negative thoughts fill your mind!

“Look carefully then how you walk, not

as unwise but as wise, making the best use

of your time, because the world can be evil.”

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 12, 2026