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,

Hive Minded XIX

Socially placid,

   Torn up pin droplet of violence into the lake of inept responses, Victim all to oft begotten of blame, Siding our derelict half logical selves with the offender, Unweaving empathy to become perpetrators of sexual never spoken of hidden deep in the acid memory raining ashes of heartache is the mirrors reply to shame wounds of an unspeakable double self lead think into woes of tragic sexual every day the world over on repeatable don't move a muscle on behalf of compassion channel we should desire to change more than this abusive history we don't even hold in contempt of logic empowered by the rage of a family's hate wish for vengeance.

In earnest anticipation of,

Death: On the Snow Fields (Waking to Hope)

Every morning,

     I start the day off with a song, in the living room. There I do yoga to this classical music infused amazing track and meditate on my life or sit quietly reflecting on nothing but how my body feels in the stretch. When it ends, I get up and receive myself into writing. Even if I haven't completed the pose or thought, why...?

     Because then I know, without a doubt that there was more contentment, joy and hope left to reflect upon and it can be found throughout the day or in the morrow.

In earnest anticipation of,