Rotten Core - 2014/03/25

Jesters beckon chuckling all along the way,
Yet they know not what it is that they say.
Words of reason fall upon their deaf ears,
For no logic can overcome these old fears.
There we sit face to face yet a world away,
As this is a part I no longer wish to play.

High level thinkers not interested in tact,
Immune to every distribution of basic fact.
Yet here they are pulling on frayed strings,
Unaware of consequences wastefulness brings.
How does one explain that their end is here,
When the dogs in power don't anywhere near?

Their words are like weapons they cannot use,
And goodwill offered by others is now abused.
Their ideas are as children without genitals,
Yet they name them generals with many medals.
Their world is one that I shall never access,
For this is a sickness that I cannot address.

Now I sit here transfixed by their disaster,
While each day the descent goes a bit faster.
As the truth becomes less and less deniable,
The power we know becomes even more defiable.
So that when the inevitable end is unleashed,
As our equals their power will have ceased.


Spindles - 2014/03/02

Creatures interconnected through every event,
Live in ignorance maintaining false pretense.
Trace webs with a thousand spindles reaching,
Into brave new worlds not ready for breaching.
From outside life it is a beautiful paradigm,
Inside it deceives by hiding all the sublime.

At the slightest provocation we try to plot,
The destruction of the peace we were taught.
Appreciation of what came before is fleeting,
Especially when the drums of war are beating.
Even now we are still able to easily observe,
A distaste for all our ancestors did preserve.

Life was but a speck to be wiped out by will,
While it was an enemy's blood that did spill.
Never mind what collateral damage we incurred,
On the sad road to victory we were undeterred.
From heaven the flames of perdition were laid,
The idea of hell on earth is clearly man made.

Even now I can feel as they drink their pain,
Fighting to win with strength always in vain.
This insanity can end with one simple choice,
Though requires a bold and impassioned voice.
Or shall the starving dogs of war take hold,
To break our world in a way fools call bold?