Up the Beasties

Posted on by meltingneurons
All credit for this image to The COER Project and Brian Valeza

Behemoth beasts with eyes of grease-

grinding teeth the size of wyrms,

temporal freeze, oh yes, I please,

disgruntled skunks begin to squirm.

Bathe us in the phase we win

those lessons hard to learn.

Formulary factions

of dirt and pleasant piss,

Ocean faring classes

where pirates never miss.

Bossman beats us with a thump and crack

a Vorpal sword goes snicker snack.

Smoothly ugly oil puddles

pools of liquid venom.

glisten do the rainbow muddles,

and now we can’t forget ‘em.

Broken stacks and backs of paperwork,

bitch boy Brother, you are SUCH a jerk.

Salting wounds with happy goo,

a magic virus, from me to you!

All is love and love is war

drink your pride with a sipping straw.

Cracking noises, leaking sounds,

the weak will win and the wealthy drown.

Jaberwock, my buddy boy,

live again, and make their flesh your toy.

Shallow Waters

Posted on by meltingneurons

Apathetic care drags wholesomeness down the dangerous creek

where waters rage powerfully against the incumbent pillars of rock.

Sultry demonstrations here and now crack the hold of hands

that have grasped with whitening knuckles their given power.

Emotionally jaundiced and caprice ridden youngsters in their aging prime

refuse to sacrifice their voices or to be hidden behind,

in the land of pay-to-be-innocent amid torrents of guilt

we stand shackled beneath, willingly subservient to the greed.

When I was more youthful I’m certain the waters didn’t roil

quite as badly as they do today under the imminent storm.

Maybe that’s because I cared less for the mortality we all face

and less still what tomorrow would bring as I sat there

comfortably chemically saturated in oceans of ambiguity.

Or I hadn’t met the right woman to turn my mind open to the world

plagued by self-indulgent hypocrisy that sets teeth on edge.

Someone merciless and loving enough to place growth

and expansion of knowledge ahead of the safety of a comfort zone

and the false sense of security that it provided.

Because the walls are collapsing around that shaded isle.

Where once no harm could befall us, we are now beset

by the kinds of animals that know only one definition—predatory.

We’re coming to the end, and there are no further shallow waters,

we’ve been standing in them and cooling our feet, for far too long.