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 (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.


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


Our Voices


We keep on

We breathe, we eat, we sleep

We live.