Ancient wisdom
lies in
Bones
The StoneAge
didn't end
for lack
of stones
monster ~
monsters . .
everywhere
whisper
in a many ear
loud enough
to stoke our fears
playing games
of truth or dare
monsters
and
their
concubines
corrupt . .
before
we realize
monster ~
monsters . . .
telling truth
the many
branches
are the root
the leaves . .
that fall
aren’t
leaves
at all
but ~
the devil’s call
to sacred fruit
monster ~
monsters . . .
play
and
hide
at . . .
sleight
and
hopscotched
truth
in
dead of night
monster ~
monsters . . .
held ~
my breath
so I
can't breathe
and
blind ~
my eyes
that I
don't see
they
come
for
me
I'm alone . . !
all ~
the monsters
are at home
when:
every
blessing
is
a curse
every
word
becomes
a
verse
souls ~
have
fallen
where
they
stand
in . .
ashened
grey
of
no
man's
land
all my colours . .
deeper shades ~
of
sombre thought
and
darkened
days
intent . .
designed ~
just
to
survive
lies . .
contrived ~
to
multiply
atomized~
in
the atmosphere
as dust
oxidised~
in
the minds
of men
like rust
monster ~
monsters . .
promises . . . .
camouflaged truths ~
that’s
all
it
is . . .
The American Dream
ain’t
what
it seems
it's just . . . .
another
****** up ~
monster scheme . .
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC
What if . . .
the floods
never came
and
the years of plenty
was just
propaganda
perpetrated
by pharaoh
I’m standing . .
at the river’s edge
and
for miles
there’s dust
sand . . . .
falls like rain
the exodus
never happened
plagues . . .
have come
and gone
famine
has left
a bitter taste
in my mouth
my bones are arid . .
saturated with thirst
my tears run dry
to carve canyons
in my cheeks
my saliva
is as glue
that sticks
my tongue
to the roof
of my mouth
there’s no way out
of this sin
the years of plenty
have succumbed
to years of naught
there’s no way in
even from within
I'm floating . .
like moss
facedown ~
along the river's edge
grasping . .
for hollow reeds
already plucked . . !
they make paper
to tell this story
I drown again
even though . .
the floods
never came . . !
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
How
do you choose
between
hell and high water
when . .
hell and high water
is the same place . . ?
do we breathe today . . ?
or
hold our breath
until tomorrow . . ?
anoxia . .
is
divine
in this reality . .
climate change
global warming
carbon saturation
cloning
over-medicated livestock
genetically engineered foodstock
grainstock . .
never before seen
in nature
meat . . !
grown in labs . .
sliced up
and packaged neatly
for consumption
the prognosis . . ?
bodies . .
laid out
on slabs
genetically modified . . !
is . .
just
another lie
for . .
ya gonna die . !
if ya eat this ****
blood pressure
pressures
an
ill functioning
healthcare system
into . .
heart attacks
strokes
erectile dysfunction
and . .
e v e r y t h i n g
that ain’t
functioning right
the control valve
controls nothing
for . .
the setup
is a
build up
born of greed
and corruption
scorched earth farming:
strip mining
mountains
that
were forever
cry . . !
as rivers
flow
the waste
of greed
and
indifference
over-harvesting
the seas
flood waters rise . .
the ground
shakes
beneath us
the seas
have turned
against us
to wash away
the disease
that is
us . .
from
the land
the air
poisons
in its wake
fossil fuel . .
fuels death . . !
an irreversible
circumstance
we’re creating
our own
slow burn
reward
for
contempt
and sacrilege
sea ice melt
permafrost gone
as . .
glaciers
glide
into
a sea
somewhere
all levels rise . !
deforestation . .
vanishing wetlands
soil erosion
now . . . !
the Desert Amazon . . !
coral reefs ~
d i e . .
aquifers
dry
we are the canaries
in the coal mine
n o m or e . .
shall
we dance
in the snows
of
Kilimanjaro
unleashed . .
untold
horrors
frozen
in
time
e o n s
released . .
havoc’s
reign
one
does not ****
one’s mother . . !
a n d ~
w h er e . .
did all
the honey bees go . . ?
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC