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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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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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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