Cultural Catabolism

Beaten
brow-streaked
I raise my face to the warmth of light
and am blinded.
Digging in heels
calloused and bruised
I trudge the slippery slopes
but am constantly undermined.
Clinging to ingenuity and resourcefulness
marked qualities become commodities
I strive to excel by merit of character
but find my progress impeded.
Maggots scavenge an ill-begotten trail
maws of apathetic malice
Consuming all that lies before them
and perpetuating my plight.
Furtive movement beneath the rubble
selfishness and deceit
They praise their parasitic predecessors
the defecation dragging at my feet.

Hate

The dark ethereal tide,
A malevolent force,
Seeps into minds abroad;
With its malignant germ,
A seed of corruption,
It encompasses souls.
The deadliest disease,
Cataract of the mind,
It fades one's perception;
The bellicose virus,
Havoc on common life,
Impairs one's self control.
Perceivable to none,
An invisible trait,
It strikes without hindrance;
Spreading rage and chaos,
It rolls across the land,
A dark ethereal tide.

Primal

Cold and callous
Your regard seeks to maim
That which is hot
Yearning to tame.
I approach from a distance
Cool and aloof
But tendrils of lust
Bely ill-concealed proof.
Talons dug deep
You rend me asunder
Craving to expose
While dragging yourself under.
You've ignited my fire
Now you'll succumb to my flame
Cold tears giving way
To the heat of this game.

Short n sweet.. "Longing"

Knees of lead
too much to bear
They grope the ground
as pride's despair.
You've smiled
and I've found lost
A stunning discovery
at heart-rending cost.

Her

Elegant and enigmatic

Articulate and auspicious

I've lost myself within your labyrinth;

Twisted and turned

Stumbling and stupid

I'm relegated to redundancy.

Reciprocity an elusive reward

Mere words have wounded me,

As a deluge inundates a desert's parched denizens.

You've opened windows

On a wanton world of closed doors

Wafting your breeze of benediction.

Prostrate seeking predilection

I succumb to supposition

And oblige this adulation

Humbling myself to hope.

An Argument of the Absurd

 It cannot be denied that the planet's population is at a tipping point. Not only are we ill suited to support the current numerous mouths creating cacophony-causing my metaphorical ears to bleed, let alone the exponential orifices to inevitably invade my auditory space-but eventually we will reach a point when the burden of their belligerent vernacular bludgeoning will become far more detrimental to the environment than a little nuclear radiation could ever be. Nuclear weapons would eradicate those that natural selection should have culled, and throw in the added benefit of sterilizing a preferable percentage to limit the licentiously loose from genetically reprehensible procreation.

   Possessing such an incredible tool of eugenics and not utilizing it to its full potential is tantamount to intra-species treason. At the very least, nuclear weapons would be unbiased and assist in the reassertion of natural order. We owe it to our progeny as the predecessors to preserve our world as an environment of equilibrium. It's time we balance the books and relegate the cumbersome weights to nuclear waste