Wm in Chains

“Pornographer, perhaps. Blasphemer, no!” ardently, he said.

“Now, look into the camera, and spread.”

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Business Wm 1

Further down the rabbit hole of compromise we go.

Many lies we tell ourselves, in this world to survive.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Otto Mueller_ Tänzerin mit Schleier, 1903 v2

Tuesday, I was briefly happy.

In 1875, I was not yet born.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Hamster Wheel 1

Chasing after something that doesn’t exist…

Lasting happiness.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Starry Night Sky, Trees (Rus)

Winter night.

I go out and look at the sky.

Stars abundant and bright.

I’m impressed, as always,

natural wonderment at firmament,

but distracted, as artificial flashing lights

catch my eye. … Aircraft.

And the moment is lost.

Now, all I can focus on

is the banal, the human where and why.

(Where are they going, and why? …

As if this fallen world is so great!)

I am glad, at least, that human travel in space is minimal

and am mindful enough to pray it remains so.

For, where people go,

they tend to destroy,

exploit,

desecrate.

Even in their dreams.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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B-52 Refuelling

Those heavy airplanes, droning loudly,

an American told me it’s the sound of freedom, rejoice!

I don’t.

Once the noise from above gets into your head,

it gets into your everything,

vibrations,

a horrible, visceral kind of rape,

a violation of body and mind.

Cacophonous, staccato, adagio,

and droning,

contradictory,

and all-encompassing

deep, intensive, droning.

On and on they fly.

How many can there be?

What are they carrying?

Cargo, bombs, materiel?

Where are they going?

Fighting terrorism?

(“Please…”)

My head throbs.

I hate the present, I fear the future.

On and on, the droning goes.

This is the sound of tyranny.

*This* is terrorism.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

Enemies, and friends,

family members, near and dear,

*will* stab you in back.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Braided Together

Under influence,

of debauched interactions,

enemies impose.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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8.10 Digitized Sky Survey

Oozing neediness,

still, no one will come to help,

smiling as I drown.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Brawl

Blind Freddy could see,

Murderous rampage: Nazis.

Red streets of Berlin.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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