So . . . . you've come to read about things I see, have you ?

I see signs, omens.
I see fear, and mistrust.

I see whiffy clouds in the sky.
I see more of us asking "why"?
I see tension in the middle east.
I see . . the approaching beast.

I see whiffy clouds, blown and stretched by the wind.
I see some giving up, again and again.
I see good people working their whole life . .away.
I see others taking and taking, never working a day.

I see unfairness.

I see goodness.

I see flowers, and bushes, and trees,
I see kittens wrestling in a wonderful world to be alive,
I see all of us, you and me,
I see possibilities . . . to thrive.

I see, yes, . . . . positive possibilities.

Liked your poem,whiffy clouds and the references to the spoilt brats who take and never work (honest work).
Positive possibilities are sometimes hard for the sensititive to see so good on you for ending the work on that verse.

I see dangerous curves in the road, . . . the road to enlightenment.

We are . . at times . . on the brink, . . of discovery, . . of disclosure.

Yet the meager rations of knowledge barely sustain us.
Is it not like slowly starving to death ? We cannot get enough to
eat, of this food for thought, can we ? It is as addicting as the most
expensive illegal drug, but more difficult to find. This . . TRUTH !

Truthful explanations of where, and when, and why,
Come rarely, but wring from us elated sighs, . . . . of YES !

We have the need, the need to know, we have to know before we
go, further down the road of light, if what we know is wrong or
right, concerning this, concerning that, is it round or is it . . flat?
Imagine that . . in black and white . . answers meant to set us right.

We are so terribly close . . to knowing . . the truth.
When it comes . . how will we . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .?

I see . . .from the things I read . . that we're going to get sick . .

Some say . . get the shot, or you'll die,
Some say . . it's on purpose . .why God why?

I'd really hate to think that anything on such a scale . .is planned.

How can you just infect . . your fellow man ?
And woman, and children, and pets, and birds?

Get in line . . or get the flu, . . . there's nothing you can do . . .
But if I ever find out that the hearsay . . was true . .
That it was planned . .
I promise you . .conspirators . . you'll be damned.

We'll hunt you down and shoot you like the mangy dogs you are !

I see some of you out there, wrestling with yourselves over how
religious you should be . . . if indeed the End Of Times comes. Be on
the right side of the tracks . . . get a ride on the last train to heaven
leaving at precisely one minute to midnight, right ?

The judgement cometh.

Two bodies, two lives, . . touching . . .reaching out . . to save the
other. One, a faithful believer, the other, a faithful seer. Who will
be chosen ? To be frozen . . . in time . . . watching their loved one
get torn from the clutches of everyday life . . to perish because they
"didn't get it!"

The judgement cometh.

Why ? Why does the end have to come on our watch ?

I see . . . man in his final hour . . . laughing with God.

Laughing at the coming doom . . . laughing at himself.