A Bitter Remix X

Solidarity omission,

           No heart stop beat for a second at reluctances' close over heart folded arms chance to reclaim a derelict future from the pattern of hopeless deep twilight sea channel of seven lions tearing the world apart via the magic capitalism unleashed from a North & South pole frost over the world prison, Wake oh ye mythical Chimaera and take back our sandcastle earth from inhumanity's footsteps of ruin.

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix IX

Subdued,

     Emotion terror kaleidoscope future glimpse of sandcastle earth collided with the foot of inhumanity left in ruins to be reclaimed by the sea, Ocean harbinger of elemental reconciliation, Renewing eclipse of human life surge forth from the very heart of the planet, Time has come for posterity in a pop culture idiom of juxtapose's metaphoric ill mental incapacitated health willingly walking blind of awareness after taking the open wide mouth sliver pill of conscious sedation.

In earnest anticipation of,

Inhumane Legacy (Christmas Island)

Derelict Christmas ode

Passages from truth untold

Willing ignorant blindness no shelter

Reckless plastic death empowering language

Capitalism's carpe posterity diem mentor

Ship's titanic waste island catastrophe

Heart of civilization extols silence

Keep every finger quite

Weave your tongue

Pierce it numb

Until all...

Is lost

Broken wings

Shackled feathers

Captive as the breeze

Mid captive way point

Inhumanity caught up in silence

Between corrupt views on posterity

&

The bigotry of mankind's failure

Hive minded group contest

Outlast our sandcastle

Earth adapted to ruin

Fallen under feet

Extinct ocean

Sea of loss

Christ-Midway-Mas

Ocean titanic ruin toll

Feedback beyond death

Animal kingdom loss scale

Algorithm of a voiceless language

Directed at the destructive culprits

Civilized silent mentor ship sank

Emotion terror kaleidoscope

Capitalist off shore shelter

Sea is a synonym

A hiding place

For profit

&

Death

Broken wings

Shackled feathers

Captive as the breeze

Mid captive way point

Inhumanity caught up in silence

Between corrupt views on posterity

&

&

The bigotry of mankind's failure

Hive minded group contest

Outlast our sandcastle

Earth adapted to ruin

Fallen under feet

Extinct ocean

Sea of loss

A Law Abiding Nerd Christmas I

Smooches,

     Succubus cuddles by the flames of an ochre hearth fire distil the mind to pleasure until the realms is disturbed by a patch finger wrap at the door just as sexy times in the mind beside your lover  beckoned the twin Death Star's fully functional nipples to rise and the light sabre to stand blaze.

      Geek identity realigned as glasses once again adorn to unblur the eyes, who could be behind the threshold at such a vile unboring hour with the draught of melting snow and mulled wine upon pillows upon a thick channeled rug that reads a pattern Princess Peach standing upon the ramparts  having conqured Bowser with one foul stroke of her purse for scorning her pale Scottish-Blue skin, below upon the draw bridge stands Super Mario with a key to unlock the universe if only she would come away with him. In the shadows of the portal behind which Bowser once stood, there lurks the hero whom the Princess will run away with! A green hat and a big noes of a second half, Luigi, of the Super Mario Bros...

     Daylight outside has ended when, alas for ill timing, the bell of your portal tolls. There is a long pause, another silky smooth sensual oh so sexy tongued smooch and then another ring of the buzzer, must be answered. Eerily doth thee find the ‘in laws!’ But being in your own home, though entirely uncomfortable, there is nowhere to run! 

     Best not leave the illicit creatures too long stairing at a wreath of Mothra and Godzilla eating the opposing tail end, like Elessar's twin headed reprecussion snake headed ring of Barahir, of a relentless magical demon naught but a hideous destructive scene battle where the true conflict arises within all who dare step up to see.

In earnest anticipation of,

Reasons to Loath... Christmas I

More hells are unfreezing
Opening their gates to con near you...
All hail Emanuel's express throne at Tesco
Built in pledge to open before Christmas
Doors ajar into hours of darkness
Keeping the newly employed
Safe and sound behind bars
On the eve of Satan's day
A binding clause to keep
 Or wages shall sink
Plunging into hades
Can you hear...
The bells

On Christmas

New breeds of elves are arriving

Born from the vats of North eroding pole

Toxic Athabasca fracking near you birthing ponds

At least they look cute whilst perpetrate the will of Avarice

Within our malls and shopping epicentres of the end

Soon Sandcastle Earth will fall before our feet

The end is nigh but beauty isn't obscene

Not in the throws of today

Lest we forget to live

And thus regret...

Associations of terror applaud

Hideous taxi-evil-dermy decorations

Propped up on walls to disgust with distaste

Climate change polar haunting bear heads

Thaw out the riddles of our hearts

Roadside killed lit up reindeer

Beside Canadian moose

Paint a thing white

Doesn't make it

Alright...

In earnest anticipation of,

A Brighter Future...

An Unopen Letter to Christmas... I

When Shadows,

       Fall upon the threshold as the strangely dim twilight appears to alter time, slowing amidst recognition of beauty trapped in the moment, smile and know for certain that the blanket of life’s misalignment is not misfortune, but a random no second happens again so grasp it by the horns and wrestle that bull of a demon with a vermilion red flag cloaked about your neck! Own every tick of the changing clock, not for carpe diem, but for the survival of a smile…

In earnest anticipation of,