The Narrative of the Earth’s Revenge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.
The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

“Why do you allow a hateful and ignorant creation to desecrate my soil?”

 

 

 

 “Though most of man is evil, a small group holds unto truth.”

 

 

 

“But why let them commit such evils and walk free?”

 

 

 

“They do not walk for long and their youth is limited.”

 

 

 

“Let me have my vengeance upon man.”

 

 

 

“So you shall have it so. For when their phase is done”

 

 

 

 “You shall swallow them into your soil”

 

 

 

“And crush their youthful bones”

 

 

 

“Strip them of all control”

 

 

 

 “Tear apart their hearts”

 

 

 

“And rid them of their soul.”

 

 

 

“Fester upon their meager parts”

 

 

 

“Cleanse them of all spoil”

 

 

 

“For when they come to me,”

 

 

 

“I will not end it there”

 

 

 

“For every footstep driven into your soil

 

 

 

I take its rent in full”

 

 

 

“And who in this lifetime has ever counted

 

 

 

Mere footsteps  

 

 

 

Would be considered a fool.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sphinx

Sphinxes
Sphinxes (Photo credit: schmaeche)

 

Sitting all alone

 

on a forgotten throne

 

of desert debris and spoiled human meat

 

No greedy follower to worship

 

nor sacrifices to hold

 

You ate more than your fill

 

and enslaved the needy

 

You’re dead now

 

but   left behind is

 

a feminine mind

 

designed in golden feathers and mane

 

sporting only the heart of a wench

 

who lives only to gain

 

 to watch over your gold

 

that you will never use and never hold

 

The sun eats away its desolate skin

 

The darkness hides its ancient scowl

 

No more riddles to be heard

 

No more answers to be skeered.

 

Left to remind generations to come

 

what  once was strong powerful

 

will fall to the ground

 

and die in vain

 

for  evil has not won

 

and all will be undone.

 

 

Thanks Tim for the inspiration! 🙂

 

 

Humble Bee

the humble bee

resides inside the heart of three;

the ogre, the fool, and the tree

the ogre who is strong beyond measure,

but who couldn’t think of any pleasure

but eating humans and hoarding treasure.

The fool who makes the crowds shout with glee

but never thinks beyond the meager spoils

of leftover meat and stalled mead.

The tree who outranks the three

lives to breathe

the rancid air

we do not need.

Held not in high measure these things we tease

selfless though they may be;

we think we are greater; Us Humans We Be!

but in the end we are the greedy

the unjust,

the selfish

the thieves.

Consciousness

Why entertain our egos

When our hearts

Are underfed?

Why do our lips beam

When our eyes are

Toughened from deceits?

Why do we hush when

all we wish

is to be heard?

Our hearts carry hallow

Wounds that will not heal

Our ribs crumpling underneath

Burdens that will not dwindle

We are small

But

Our Voices

Exist.

We keep on

We breathe, we eat, we sleep

We live.