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Static

The screams
The screams!

They rise like plumes of smoke in the air
shifting sounds of ardent despair
Without words they speak of horrors
of maligned intent beyond comprehension
that sends the mind reeling
with images that want naught else but to break it.
Those who are fool enough to care
will find their heart in disrepair.

The screams!

Their relentless cacophony
permeates the night constantly.
They’ve drowned all pity in endless noise
the corpse of compassion floats amongst the hate
misery picks away at the flesh
leaving only bone to bleach in the sun.
We have but one comradery
to loathe them for their oddity

The screams.

Those souls that have seen the outside
ever in torment will reside.

The Topography

The landscape is painted white with the snow
all the foliage is hiding
waiting for warmer days
to be admired
once more

Once more
the world retires
but the fauna will stay
their food and their will subsiding
navigating a space where nothing grows
finding death, famine and men trading blows
blood stained snow from soldiers fighting

On countrymen were they
ordered to fire
once more
once more

Wrapped in barbed wire
pulled behind tanks to flay
skin from bone in painful dividing
their faces would never again be known
a violence beyond describing
this is the way they play

occupiers

Once more
once more
our times are dire
while we thrive in the fray
the world around us is ending
once more.

Termination

There are many drops such as these
down flights of acute angled stairs
in hollow bubbles beneath waves
in pregnant bass lines at night raves
the errant shoe from a shocked pair.

But, honestly, who cares?
shadows on walls in caves
mean nothing once outside
if that’s where you reside,
though I am not that brave.

I can’t be saved
not from this ride
not to displease
but no one sees
what they’ve denied

So not one soul decried
despite my expertise
when they dropped me out there
without even cab fair
rooted out like disease.

On the Other Side of the Trees

Just settling in
quiet calm of the horizon.
Now it’s dark.

Eyes closing never to open again.
Now it’s dark.

Along the edge of the river she stands staring at a point far away across the water. Despite the stillness there is much movement between them; the water carries on, the soul stirs. The wind wanders amidst the turmoil and stalls against the rocks. Beneath the current a big fish is terrified of being caught, but it inside it wants to die.

That in itself is okay we are told
this life is a strange and brutal beast
raging against the thought of growing old
yet wanting some control of its end.

In the trees she sees
movement amongst the shadows
drawing her in.

Her thoughts may travel beyond the threshold
enveloped in that void to the east
that strange space she had failed to comprehend
where light descends and becomes deceased

Now it’s dark.

Laika

Space was first conquered by a dog
as a child conquers an anthill
her story but an epilogue.

A tool of political will
found stray on the streets of Moscow
as a child conquers an anthill

In order to fulfill their vow
less courage, more indifference
found stray on the streets of Moscow

Hubris their deliverance
they calculated for her death
less courage, more indifference

Assuming she would run out of breath
such progress built on that one crime
they calculated for her death

Her martyrdom transcends her time
space was first conquered by a dog
such progress built on that one crime
her story but an epilogue.

The Cost of Freedom

The broken skyline
bright spires lit red with disaster
empty shells fan the flames faster
when fire and poverty entwine
the wind too will become aligned
chaotic like a child’s laughter
the broken skyline
bright spires lit red with disaster

Democracy demonstrated
and remotely detonated

To the world they have consigned
these streets filled with blood and plaster
tiled with bones of alabaster
a bit of truth in the maligned;
the broken skyline.

Without Justice Odysseus is Abandoned

[Axioms drown the truth
we annexed the world
before we adopted reason
Reason we left abandoned]

[Orphaned from brutal parentage
another Odysseus sold away
and forgotten once convenient
Achilles left raging onward]

[Journey’s end approaches soon;
know justice lives on
our death just confirms
we have no jurisdiction]

[Where is the future?
the world moves on
ever forward without us.
Relieved, the world weeps]

Phoenix

Let’s bring fire to this thing and set it free
burn these cages down to the ground
All those lives we’ve left abandoned and bound
those blind folded eyes that we demand, “see!”

no longer can we resign to let them be
raise your hands, your voice, raze the town!
Let’s bring fire to this thing and set it free
burn these cages down to the ground

Embrace your anger in apogee
bury the world in righteous sound
bring an ocean of will to find your opposition drowned
We have left but one philosophy;
Let’s bring fire to this thing and set it free.