Into the Great Abyss

this world is not about you
it never was

the children are undereducated
the forests are burning
the world is dying

and all you can think about
is you

it began with a boom
and still continues
now it is the way of things

with eyes wide-open
we march into the great abyss

by Cody McCullough


Nero’s Future

Living a lifetime in the dark,
Leaves a man weak.

Hindered by this deception,
The spirit diminishes.

One act of kindness,
Leaves a man strong.

Understanding the lie,
Lifts the spirit.

The future become bright,
The shackles release.

Nero no longer fears,
Agrippina’s grip.

The future will change,
At the hands of the willing.

by Cody McCullough


Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

The Kingdom of Heaven

Many millennia ago,
We first heard of the Kingdom of Heaven.
But still, we are left asking,
What is this kingdom?

Is it the eternal resting place?
Will it be God’s Kingdom on Earth?
We are no closer now,
Than then, to understanding.

In the future, perhaps, we will grasp
That it is not a resting place, or future kingdom.
Instead, it is something
That resides within us all.

The inner strength that leads a man to stand up
Against the ruling elite and their underlings,
For what is right for the people.
Even in the face of certain death.

Without this strength,
We could never press for change.
Instead, we would be at the mercy of tyrants,
And their quest to own everything and everyone.

by Cody McCullough

Population Zero

For more than three billion years,
Life had existed on Earth.
Now, it is gone.

Two billion years ago,
Life exploded with the evolution of the nucleus.
Now, it is gone.

Six hundred million years ago,
Animals formed and began to rule.
Now, they are gone.

For nearly two hundred million years,
Giants roamed the land.
Now, they are gone.

Two hundred thousand year ago,
Homo Sapiens first walked upon this Earth.
Now, we are gone.

Today the Earth became barren again;
The war spared no one, and nothing.
Now, everything is gone.

What a beautiful world it was;
Perhaps, the greatest miracle ever in a sea of darkness.
Now, it is gone.

by Cody McCullough


Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

The United Democratic Republicans

Washington spoke of unity many years ago.
Others said they supported the idea,
But political division has carried the day.

Presently, all unity has faded.
Like the reign of Julius Caesar,
Daggers are everywhere.

From these perilous times,
We can only hope for another Washington
To rescue us from our period of division.

A United Democratic Republican party could be this savior.
After all, most of us live in the middle,
Not on the fringes with the modern plebeians and patricians.

Perhaps, though, this is too much to hope for;
Our current political parties are too strong.
How could we change things now?

by Cody McCullough


Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

The Answer

How bizarre,
To imagine a world without me.
Surely, life will go on.

But the only world I know,
Is viewed through my eyes.
What will happen when they close forever?

Some look for the answer in death,
Others look for the answer in life.
I only look for the answer.

by Cody McCullough


Photo by Cody McCullough

The New Generation

The times have changed.
The past is dead,
But its ghost still remains.
It will not die.

From the grave, it grasps.
Pulling down the confused,
And empowering the few.
Humbly, the majority look on.

Only when all are aware,
Will it retreat to the grave
And finally be laid to rest
Beneath the feet of the new generation.

by Cody McCullough

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

Soon You’ll Understand

“You’re late,” the voice said.
“On the phone you said the job begins at eight,” I responded.
“It does,” the voice replied. “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“Here is your desk,” the voice said.
“That computer looks outdated, and that chair is broken,” I responded.
“It is the best we can do,” the voice replied.  “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“Here is your work,” the voice said.
“This is all for me?” I asked.
“We’ve added to your position,” the voice replied.  “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“Paychecks come out on the last day of the month,” the voice said.
“Have you added to my check too?” I asked.
“No, we had to make cuts to compete,” the voice replied. “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“I have to go now,” the voice said.
“What if I need help, or have questions?” I asked.
“Send them to my assistant,” the voice said.  “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“Nice to meet you,” another voice said.
“Was that a typical orientation?” I asked.
“No, you got the deluxe version,” the other voice said. “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“You’d better get to work,” the other voice said.
“I’m still getting adjusted,” I replied.
“To leave before dark, you’ll need to hurry,” the other said. “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“Has it always been like this?” I asked the other voice.
“I’m not sure,” the other voice said.  “Ask him, he’s the oldest.  He’s nearly 45.”
“Nobody’s older than 45?” I asked. “Oh, that’s right.  Soon, I’ll understand.”

“The older you are, the bigger the paycheck,” the other voice said.
“Let me guess,” I replied.  “That’s dangerous around here.”
“Not here, everywhere,” the other voice said.  “Soon, you’ll understand.”

“What if I don’t understand,” I said.  “What if I leave this place right now?”
“Good luck,” the other voice said.  “I’m sure you’ll find a better place out there.”
“You never know, I just might,” I said.  “Soon, you’ll understand.”

by Cody McCullough

The Future

Just out of reach
It drives us
Like a greyhound
Chasing a stuffed hare
We run life’s race
But never catch it

by Cody McCullough

Interlude 2

        Now 2/3rds complete, “The Past, Present, and Future” moves into the final stages tomorrow.  Twenty-three days from now, “The Future” will come to a close leaving just “The End of Time” before a new journey begins.  That of course, is a story for another day.  For now, I look forward to the trip ahead.

        Today I would like to take the time to thank everyone that has visited my blog.  I appreciate each one of you.  I would also like to thank the individual that sent me my first piece of fan mail.  I was honored to receive such a letter, and the enclosed poem was very well written.  Thank you very much.

        When I wrote this collection of poems, I really didn’t have an end game in mind.  For some time, I had been searching for a positive and effective way to relieve stress.  One day, I realized that I needed to begin writing again.  This time, though, it wouldn’t be for a newspaper, or some other form of work.  Instead, it would be for myself.  For me, writing has been a good way to relieve stress and free my mind from the unfinished projects floating through my consciousness.

        Writing poetry, in particular has been an enjoyable experience.  For better or worse, though, my mind wouldn’t let me stop with poetry.  Instead, “The Past, Present, and Future” morphed into two separate projects.  The collection of poems was the seed, or more to the point chromosome, of something much larger.  Intertwined like two strands of nucleic acid, the two projects twisted together forming their own bond.  This collection of poetry, of course, is just one of the strands.  The other stand, well, it’s still a secret.  I suppose, I’ve already given away too much.  If you want to know the whole story, I guess you’ll just have to come back on April 18th.

        For now I would like to leave everyone with another sneak peek from “The Convergence,” which is a key poem to both projects:

Embodied as the fiery, life-giving, sun,
The future moved closer to convergence.


Photo by Elizabeth McCullough