the santa is coming

nsa tinsel and filament devices
elves a watching facebook and twitter
the santa is coming
who has been naughty or nice
on sled pulled by drones
war on terror so far unfinished
bringing gifts to a hurting poor
low pay, taxation and what of medicare
food bank turkey in a suspicious world
ho ho ho
debt advice and feeling jolly
check the tree for gps and listening devices
holly wreath marks the door
apocalpyse around the corner
automatic rifle and several handguns
a thousand tins of beans
wal mart generation
in a generation x world
fattened wealthy bulls work the market
bonuses pour from the sky
the santa is coming
ho ho ho
with foreclosure signs
and spooks past and present
the santa is coming
you must feel joyful and triumphant
hand on heart god bless everyone
one and all
primaries and elections
next on elves agenda
so use your time
and think
what do you want
ho ho ho

international christmas

 

feliz navidad

merry christmas

blind code of tragedy

o glad spring

natures skin covers all again,

immortals forgotten

books buried in dull folded earth

tender vortice consuming hearts,

there is a thirst for the coming sand,

grass may tremble as it has risen,

flaming rings and streaming darkness

colossal worlds had not seen anything

of this before,

innate crawling at our borders

no day is forever,

spires and battlements no place

for ones such as this,

cold petals of a comets tail

let it pass

nine waves of birth

many wanted it shrouded

mother

scarlet ribs exposed expired,

now here would grow

one of a darker shine is coming

in a place on fifth street

habitat of men’s waste

civilization stiffened,

once before it had been seen

but not born as this had been

limbs without foetal sac extend 

ribs expanded

a new biology that was rapid and sudden

fear came in quarters

with each section of growth,

it knew and would consume voracious and explicit,

time segmented to be lived

as and when it wanted,

those who knew to object

found in a deep lividity,

and there was others born of old natures form

fragile anthropoid womb,

as they rose

as did the hero

figure in fixative of mood and relevance

could he protect against such malevolence,

he was a lure to the failings and complexities

we had once known,

from poulticed womb

sucking on earth drawn nipple,

would live and not yield,

he could not comprehend

that he would see

stark in it’s contrasts a beast to be fallen or understood,

flesh decays for a reason

both he and beast

faced a modernity

that was new and abstract

in a wasteland of succession ,

beast would find it’s way

limbs gave way to wings

stretched on the industrialism and democracy

that came before

fear could be a portent

science a response not a reaction

could not comprehend,

even those who had laws

that pastured and herded

experienced a sight problematic

with their domestication to older gods,

he again the one chosen to slay

as they truly wanted,

two creatures find a companionship

astride ocean’s they left

the tentative threads of old tragedy that existed,

and watch the tilt and slide

on axis of belief and society

fall away to a darkness 

worse than nothing

dverselogo

 

Morning Blend

sun slits days first sky,

morning sweet as unbitten candy,

sidewalk warm with evaporating

stains of rain,

moving to the car in the lot

metal warm contours

windows open,

radio interrupted silence

news bisects my mind

shootings, loss, agony, fire

emotive stackup for the day,

early congestion everywhere

car noses prominent

pushed as bows on blacktop,

juddering in lines

with nominal spurts of speed,

instead of frustration

my breath became clear

so i would not fog the windows,

would she be waking

what first thoughts,

it did not matter

cellphone switched off

work would not be expecting

me either,

elements of freedom began to encroach,

if only the traffic moved faster

human tide most offensive,

we live under burden and pressure

uniting physical and metaphysical,

other faces stared ahead

bluetooth headsets flickering

nobody smiled

grey faced stream,

gazing from one car to another

inhaling fumes through a/c

how desperate it seemed,

even music could not alter this

monotonous mass,

i was part of this

humanity as a whole,

to depart from all this

would i become a monster.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/08/17/weekly-photo-challenge-merge/#respond working on a theme of MERGE