when eyes avert…

when eyes avert

a
wall
of
death
names
scribbled
onto
old
decaying
wooden planks
of
history
those
souls
lost
in ignorance
believing
that
online propaganda
could
somehow
or
should
rebuke
science
so
they
joined hands
forming
a circle
around
their misconceptions
to
shield
those
within
but
those
within
all
died
but
the protectors
cheered on
by
the patrons
of
greed
and
power
couldn’t see
the
obvious
for
they
were
looking
outward
facing
the blinding
light
of
truth
unable
to
see
the carnage
of
their
blind beliefs
bodies
piled
high
into
eternity

the game of kings…

the game of kings

an
augmented reality
game
that uses
devices
devices
that overlay
the virtual experiences
of
kings
on top
of
the real
world
played
on
a multidimensional board
with
glass layers
each layer
containing game pieces
and
each side
representing
one
of the four corners
of
the world
the objective
is
to eventually
dominate
the whole world
through
power and wealth
kings
sit on the top layer
and
may move in any direction
but
cannot be viewed
by
any piece
at any level
thus
device screens
do not reveal
the location
of
any given king
kings
only determine
another king’s moves
by
the resulting effects
at
lower levels
the second level
is called
the legislative pitch
set with
ornately decorated
hollow pieces
that move
in
any direction
depending
on the ante
the king has made
for
any given piece
at
that level
however
antes
may be
secretly
made by other kings
thereby
altering
the movements
of
these mercenary pieces
the third lowest
level
holds a class
of
pieces
in the middle of
the game’s
social hierarchy
including
defenders
of
the crown
or
some
religious
or
political dogma
most importantly
this layer
contains
some queens
that when
properly moved
may be
to sacrificed
to
replace
more pieces
for
this layer
or
the lowest level
the lowest level
is comprised
of
what one could call
peasant pieces
used
to
develop wealth
for
the kings
and
are generally
considered by players
as
replaceable
as
for
the specific
rules
of engagement
they are
quite simple
win
at
any cost

madmen and mortals…

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such a fragile shell
that holds
this thing
called
life
with
the center
as
the soul
how
easily
life shatters
with
the slightest
force
so
it is surprising
how
man
willingly
discards
his most
precious gift
from
the gods
forfeiting
existence
for
the void of vanity
or
the illusion
of
allegiance
some merchants
will
without hesitation
sell the souls
of
others
no matter
the duration
of
their existence
young or old
matters not
as long as
there’s a profit
to be made
traffickers
of inhumanity
tossing aside
the broken lives
as if chaff
in the wind
so it is
that
so many
lives end
some
even before
they’ve begun
for
madmen
rarely see beyond
themselves

 

 

sarcophagus…

sacophagus

a flattering façade
an appealing symbolic life
attracting treasure hunters
beneath the ceremonial wrapping
the rotting flesh of reality

 

 

washington escort service…

washington escort service

high priced prostitutes
willing to shed
their
moral responsibility
to
a nation
for
the drug
of
addictive power
and
financial gain
doing what
their
pimp
moscow mitch
tells them
to
do
even
declaring
that
the emperor’s new
fascist
clothes
are
the height
of
democracy
but
what happens
when
the landscape
is
war-torn
and
there is
nothing left
to
rule over
and
no one
to
subjugate
for that matter
who will
change
the bloody sheets
on
their whorehouse beds

a regrettable poisoning…

a regrettable poisoning

these things
do
sometimes
happen
and
have been
prescribed
as
an act
of
god
you know
that
old
god willing
stuff
like
god
gives a damn
about
what
happens
on
earth
given
duties
of
the universe
new
stars births
and
such
a more
appropriate criminal
is perhaps
humankind
those arbitrary atoms
bombarding
one another
unable
to control
even
minor reactions
with
one another
but
let’s set
guilt
aside
and
consider
the ingestion
of
poison
poison
clearly labelled
yet
taken
without reservation
so
who should
bear the burden
of
blame
those concocting
notorious
chemical compounds
of
death
or
those refusing
to
read
the labels
which is
just
another case
of
ignoring
the
handwriting
on
the wall
perhaps
we’ll need
another
burning bush
to
validate
the
obvious

 

 

do you feel lucky…well, do ya, punk…

do you feel lucky

step right up
and
place
your bets
bet
whatever dollar amount
you wish
there are
no
limits
but
all bets
regardless
of
the wager
are
for
your life
toss the dice
of
climate change
where
the words
of
the game
are
loaded
and
suggest
you can win
but
the reality
is
the house
always wins
and
in this case
the
house
is
death
hey
but
if you’re feeling
lucky
spin
the wheel
of
global warming
watch
the wheel
whirl
like
a planet
out
of control
where
the potential
payout odds
for
survival
are
well
let’s just say
enjoy
the game