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Leigh Jun 2015
Dig deep in the sand with a cupped shovel-hand
Until you come across a healthy source of water.

Scoop up what you see and let loose the soggy contents,
Let them dribble through a careful filter fist.

Slowly drip foundations and upon them start your fortress
Using steady streams of trickled dribs and drabs.

Stalagmites in hyperspeed form walls and lookout towers
With the damp bricks one by one constructing peaks.

Spectators of all sizes will collect and cast their gazes
But you must keep up the focused droplet swell.

Maiden battles can't be won and so the masterpiece will crumble
To the tide that forces motes to overflow.

Waves crash and reek their havoc on the castle that you managed
To build with will and manky dripping palms.

The sand on which it once stood will be flattened out and polished
To make way for a palace twice as grand.
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When on the beach as kids, my Dad taught us to make these incredible castles using only dribbled water and wet sand.

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Irate Watcher Nov 2014
You three believe in creating scarcity,
NOT union.
You build HOV lanes for your luxury cars,
caring less how efficient they are.
They roll royce cross your game board,
fuming trails of money.
Bell Atlantic bought Madison Avenue,
you bought all the properties.
Now tenants can't avoid
the traffic or the noise
of an internet rolled in palms
and diced
spiraling
to speed limits
...
...
...
...
and red highways
...
...
...
...
and orange traffic cones that
block hybrid cars,
already swerving
to avoid bankruptcy.
We
STOP
the
STOP
people
STOP
moving,
our preamble crumbles to a
STOP,
becoming a eulogy —
an ideal dumb to power trippery,
after Time Warner and Comcast merged,
allies on opposite sides of the game board.

Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;
together you own pretty much
everyone but Fox and Disney,
(yet have invested in them heavily).

Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;
your oligarchy is
NBC, Universal, CNN, Warner Brothers,
and now FullScreen,
family-friendly nepotism
that inbreeds bearing
deaf drones bored of flying,
over
Why Beyonce is a Feminist.
or
Why Ferguson was racist,
media's offspring
just keep clicking,
the headline genocide victims
basking in concentrated lamps
for a sliver of attention.

Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;
Now you want the backend buffering,
bulging eyes and emptying pockets
of those Spocked into believing,
hyperspeed was ever necessary.
No choice when the exits are slow
and there are no backroads.

Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;,
offspring of the
Bell Atlantic Company,
we will not let your
****** populate the internet.
Call it Capitalism,
but your playing Monopoly,
yanking the carpet underneath
to the wood of Tyranny.
You shamed
Bell's invention
by stringing together
telephone
internet,
and
entertainment companies
until you could be lazy.
Monkeys who spent millions
to shriek at government parties
about the communication machine,
a system downloaded so slowly,
we
did
not
act
on
cons
piracy
theories,
when Amazon made online shopping so easy.

Dear Internet Service Providers,
so called ISP's,
WE ARE DONE playing Monopoly.
Our collective voice
will shout blasphemy
on your streets,
hashtagged
net neutrality,
till you're counting pennies.
So empty your Washington banks
cause it's 3 a.m. and
no ONE is winning.
This is it. The FCC's plan to slow down the internet is going to hurt the sites we love like HP. Join the emergency protests around the U.S. and show Obama that we will accept nothing less than a free internet.
https://www.battleforthenet.com/#protest?t=dXNlcmlkPTU1MzE3MTkyLGVtYWlsaWQ9OTI2NA==

Why is net neutrality important, you say?
This recent article offers a brief summary:  http://www.entrepreneur.com/article/239251
Valerie Sep 2013
In a world of concrete
and televisions
there is no room
for love and liberty
only hyperspeed delusions

Screens project illusions
colorful and negative
******, ****, war
pure destruction
revolution

Communication boxes
with buttons and blinky lights
musical tones to let you know
that your mother says hello
her voice and face is not enough

Letters are overated
conversations are useless
chivalry is ridiculous
and a smile is anything
but friendly

Neighbors are irritating
too much or too little
of this
that
or the other thing

Knowledge is power
accessible, unclear and confusing
nothing makes any sense
everyone is stupid
but everyone knows everything

Convenience
is inconvenient
never good enough
fast enough
or affordable

There's internet
for computers, tv and cell phones
books in every format
knowledge through every source
but it's all lies, right?

No one knows the truth
no one can believe it
everything is a lie
and everyone is trapped
between televisions and concrete

Nature is forgotten
or locked in fences
near park benches
trimmed and controlled
to particuliarities

Consummables are consumed
without recognition
of the quantity
or lack thereof
until there is nothing left.

Used and abused
people and animals
plants and minerals
oxygen and gas
depleted, destroyed, enslaved

There is no room
for love and liberty
in a world ruled
by delusions
created from concrete and televisions
Ashley Williams Nov 2013
Let's rewind, me and you.
Begin again, a relationship fresh and new.
Smiling, you made my heart skip a beat,
And everything you said or did was an amazing feat.

Wait.

Fast-forward to the middle
Where our love began to dwindle.

Keep skipping.
Watch the passion fading
In hyperspeed
To the moment where I made your heart bleed.

Stop.

Let's not rewind, you and I.
Our story's crossed in the sky.
I remember why we ended.
We were broken and couldn't be mended.
Ashley Centers Jun 2012
Life is circles and when only
change is constant we find ourselves
with pounding hearts and our minds
****** into hyperspeed. Overdrive.
Bodies tremble, concerned only
with the past. Eyes to the future.
Dreams be dreams.
Bexis Aug 2018
Your favorite thing as a kid: sugar.
Snickers, Milky Way, Hershey kisses
It flows through your body
It sends you into hyperspeed.

Your favorite thing as an adult: sugar
Making multiple trips to the store.
Or just one, and load up.
The day after Halloween is your favorite day.
Candy half price.

Then eventually you look down, realize, "when did my belly get so big I could cradle it?"
You decide that's it no more sugar.
It works for awhile, you lose some weight.
You even stop thinking about it.

Then one day you just can't resist and grab a cookie.
Down the rabbit hole you go.
It makes you feel sick.
Then you think, "Is this sugar kiss worth this?"
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
We have no prime directive
We assimilate or enslave
Have driven many races
Right into their graves

Hyperspeed and wormholes
Allow us to explore
Looking for races
Already at war

We thrive on their fear
Psychic energy abounds
We help with both destruction
And run them into the ground

Asteroid launchers
Photon torpedos
Even rays and waves
That destroys their libido

You cannot run
You cannot hide
You cannot defeat
We stand, grinning snide

The empire is part of us
So are the hutts
The empire is our muscle
We let them kick their butts

We span all the universes
And dominate them all
You may call us
The ever lasting thrall
Describing a Alien Race and encompassing some well known scifi
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2018
The Medusian’s armor and uniforms completely ectoplasmic Bellis could change her exterior appearance moment to moment or vanish completely or reappear in any number of places at once with a singular consciousness. Bellis shared only a third of this consciousness with Annua her de facto lieutenant and sometimes liaison to the planetary counsel; although it was Sylvestia that enforced the regent’s power with silent unquestioning force coupled with an endless well of cold-blooded bloodlust. Bellis appeared at the court of the Queen of the Galaxy knowing this queen to be but a stepping stone rather a pebble to crush beneath her ectoplasmic boot heel.
Many planet delegates were present, some who hadn’t participated in the Great Wars because of their extreme distance. But here they were having traveling hundreds of light years to greet the new commodore of star quadrant 9 the largest ungoverned sector of space. The crab nebula and its super weapons were little match for a lighting strike into the heart of the nebula. Many experienced pilots in the planetary fleet relishing being chosen to steer the anxious marauders into the center of an enemy expecting little more than a small invading force. Dividing into three prongs of attack left the enemy defenseless with crippling blows from all sides. Bombs dropped they could not destroy destroyed things that had lain unseen for ages. Eons of uncovered stoneworks and columns, gigantic metal works, bridges and tunnel networks revealed to lay below the surface of every metropolis, cosmopolitan center, and small village. Walls were no barrier to the shapeshifting invaders the one unchanging thing the gauge of their metal hacking anything and everything clean in two. Buildings demolished for miles around; planet surfaces scorched by their own internal heat as unstable volcanic plums and searing geysers punched into the crust allowed the burning mantel to escaping flooding plazas and wide avenues with a torrential wave of overflowing lava the zombie army thought nothing of.
Whatever managed by sheer will to survive the rains and floods of fire was minced with sabres striking at hyperspeed from miles away. Rampant electricity heating inert the gas in the planet’s atmosphere produced unstable volatile compounds resulting in world shaking explosions. The crab nebula surrendered after one assault; the devastation chronicled thereafter as the First Great War. For this overwhelming victory Bellis received the galactic Grand Star.
** for Medusa

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