Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Time after Trying

Tectonic shaking of the earthly plates
Has transformed this planet
Into a disaster film
Rife with consequence each move that splits the earth
Is like the genius who split the atom
Destructive forcefulness
Megaton executions
The Seismic structure rattling and pissing away
Into the seas of antiquity
Where he riled masses swim for help
Determining the way of least resistance
Is later on in the aftermath
The root of all trouble failing to be caught
And the plates move
Squeezing passed one another as if in enclosed spaces
Determining the whistle as a signal for starting
But undermining that desire with a will for habitual vice
And it rattles the insides
Heart and bone
Causing from its tremor the end of the world
As conflicting destiny resides in all men
And to those who contemplate the next move
The pieces of chess are limited
There is no conscious time
Only theoretical particles that explode inside the mind
Where that tired tirelessness morphs into a power house
That when unleashed either creates the land masses
Or destroys them from the inside
And without.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Lest the Blood Stain

After a moment they decided to call it a night.
There was a whisper of more,
But they carefully subsided themselves.
In exchange for the beneficial lacking they tip toed
Out of the house
Where not one,
But two people waited.
Not in reality,
But in a metaphorical standpoint
As a symbolic representation
Of symbols
He was tall and crooked
Looking as though he looped about himself in a spring format
Twisting and tying tighter the knot that was their ego.
And the couple looked at him momentarily,
And then they stared at the second.
An ash sillouette of a former human being.
Lacking form beneath the the dust
But moving freely as a human being
Lost among the falling snow.
These figures were there
Cold, and shivering
The snake, and the shadow.
The couple held hands then.
Gripping tighter their opposing rings.
Witnessed by these benevolent forces.
Like a serpent slithering in and choking them.
They gripped their fists tighter,
His ring cutting into her,
And hers into him
Until their blood letting seeped into the whitened snow
To dampen it red.
They shook.
Frozen and afraid.
Lightheaded and world weary.
They gripped tighter.
The figures walked about them then observing them through eyes that were not there.
In circles like birds of savagery
Preparing to pick at their skin
Waiting to rip out the organs
Those that contained the most nutritious aspects.
They did not attack and altogether vanished,
In what must have been an instant.
And the couple,
He and she, they let go.
They looked at one another as familiar strangers.
Ignored the blood on themselves.
And they went home to their families
He to his
And her to hers
Where their respective lovers did not questions the sores,
Had no questions for the dried stains of blood upon their clothes.
They simply regarded their faraway eyes
And seeing the torture therein
Did not seek to kill them again.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

American Chimera

There is a sort of timidity
That keeps the quelled from succeeding
As the hurtled masses step on one another's toes
When the queens song demeans the voices
And the pitiless hoard slings curse words upon lighted shoulders
So that they, they can be held higher
Raised as if on thrones
Cramming the multitude of simulations
From bygone eras
Thus claiming a knowledge that they never breathed
Fiction writers tell better tales
The creativity is absent but the creation is pure
Born out of that sting 
Like a hornet attacking unabashed
Limited not by its nature
But by its willingness to inflict pain
As criminals stroll into department stores
To buy bread for their families
Their stingers primed to strike
Misguided by their entitlement
Not of money, or power
But of savage leverage
Clinging to the few things they are good at
Claiming that they are the end all
Claiming that they have a wealth of knowledge
A well spring of knowing
That they did not seek out
It was earned as some sort of bargain
A subconscious agreement between their hubris
Between that almighty pride
And the need for being seen
Pretending that fame is not in their cards
That simplicity is their goal
But still wanting a lasting impression
Dead to the empathetic
Like beasts, these insects of men
These brutal wasps
Invading the hives of the worker bees
Killing the queen within
Afraid
They swarm like a virus
Clinging on what little lost faith they have
Abandoning the logic
Losing the way
And, 
in this anger they press their wrath on a million people
From here to the edge of space
Those that hover over it all
They are infected
We are infected
Spoiled milk that sat too long upon the surface
The kitchenette set
Stinking and poisoned
Sticky and green
And when the time comes for them to sting
They will swarm without mercy
Claiming the son of God for their side
Claiming the pacifist champion for their corner
While the bile spills out from every orifice
While the purity of there blood leaks out of the crevices
Replaced by venom
The antidote is all about them
But they have become the normality
The anti-bodies are now heathens
Their confusion is the sanity
And the sanity is now confusion
Chaos abound
And then, there is the we 
With all of our timidity
Who always stood so meekly by
While they multiplied
And sought to devour
and sought,
To divide.