#locusts
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*She's gone
And all the years
of holding in
Of denying my truth
in order to protect her
from-
the truth ..
Of the horrors that she has done
Of the horrors
they both have done.
They are both gone now
No longer inhabitants
of this earth
No longer here
to bring the risk
of making little
what it was
that was not so very little
Even if they owned it
who could find the words?
There are not words
to describe the horrors
Are there left enough years
to make up for the ones
the locusts have eaten?
There are no words
to ever be able to describe
just how much
the locusts have eaten*
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Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 8:43 AM UTC
Conservation lol...
We continue to **** the natural environment for little more than vanity and prestige;
The clever culture of taking what we need from our own sustainable environment, has now been replaced with greed and a class system that's based on:
FALSE PROFIT- (imaginary figures)
Inevitable the day will come, when there's no one left to boast; who killed the most fish, cut down the most trees, dug the biggest hole, ground down the largest mountain, or who ****** up the most oil.
And our small place in the great scheme of things will have become untenable; a few fossils may remain as evidence, as to our meaningless, childish and destructive pursuits.
However natural justice will eventually prevail, as the world continues with its 50 million cleaning cycle and our petulant place within the world will have little or no meaningful significance.
(So my advice to you is: forget all this social climbing, find something that you enjoy doing, and do it till your dead)
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
crickets chirping, locusts flying
flowers blooming, flowers dying
farmers working in their fields
locusts eating all the yields
crickets singing, locusts swarming
getting worse as the days are warming
chickens feasting on the pests
and we will feast on chicken *******
locust tobacco on my hand
locusts surrounding where I stand
catch the ****** things in a jar
if i freeze them, then they'll make it far
save them all as winter treats
when we're all out of chicken treats
locusts swarming, locusts flying
flowers blooming, flowers dying
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
thoughts of us swarm my mind
like a cloud of locusts,
their strong power of flight
damaging every circuit,
all interconnected,
causing every part of my body
to slow down and reminisce of
the time we spent being
together.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
a lifetime of anticipation,
I waited for the Great Feast
a lifetime of discipline,
to spare my appetite
not to spoil it
On mere junk food
As the big day came
The Menu was discussed
In exquisite detail
I was told,
About all the dishes
Their tastes and flavours
Hungry as a roaring lion
I patiently waited at the door
Inside the hallowed hall
My feast was being set
Pure white linen
****** crockery
And golden cutlery awaited
At my seat of honour
With tremendous pomp
The doors swung open
The majestic hall
in candle lit beauty
beckoned and welcomed
my every step
The servants showed my throne
Where I sat down.
Gleaming lids covered my feast
With
Candle light dancing on the polished gold
Hors d ouvres first,
destroyed I was when I saw
That someone else
was here before
My wonderful roast
Already carved,
Huge chunks eaten
And dry bones left
Fresh green peas
Were rudely dug in
By filthy fingers
No manners for a spoon
Desert was half eaten
Ice cream left to melt
And of after dinner mints
Only a handful left
Thus then violated,
My beautiful feast!
Others snuck in
And ravaged my table
They left some crumbs
spoilt leftovers
As the Locusts went on
Without a care!
Now I sit hungry
Alone and forgotten
Staring in disbelief
At my desolate table
How I wish I had known,
Before I came in
That the menu was a lie
And someone else had been
Elsewhere I'd have gone and eaten
Or at least not starved myself
In anticipation for a feast
That the Locusts have eaten
Daylight revealed my majestic hall,
merely an old shed
Where the Locusts were WELCOMED!
Far from being the guest of honour
I am instead the lowly servant
No rights or privilege
Left to clean the Locusts' mess
A live cockroach, if I can catch
Sustains me, barely
I fill my chipped cup
With tears of sadness
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
Pain is misunderstood
Some think it disease
Yet, disease brings either
Healing or death
Both a sweet release
No, real pain is so much more
Continuous pain
A poison twined with your blood
There is no escape
There is no cure
There is no release
Day after day
An everyday torment
That which you held dear
Destroyed by the Locusts
There I stand
In my field of dreams
With naught but bare husks
Some empty jars
And chaff in the wind
Dark clouds shroud
An ice cold heart
My limbs go numb
As my pain reminds
It's always there
This is pain,
No release
No cure
No healing
No escape
Torment day after day
In my field of dreams
Devoured by the Locusts!
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC