Federation of Trepidation

Y2K triggered anomalies in human faculties that just never went away. A state of panic ensued, encouraged at every turn. Then the world took notice as buildings crumbled, billowing into the air and covering cement hallways, forever stained with blood and ash, to serve as a constant reminder of how incapable we are of handling ourselves. Leaders unite to bring an end to such tragedies and encouraged those able to provide the tools needed for the job. It only costs your freedom. It's such a small price to pay to continue living just the same, sans the humanity or moral nature of society. Anarchy is wrong, surrender to another. You are evil. You are immoral. And you are screwed if you buy a damn word of it.

Coital Diversion

Inconspicuous eyes in computer screens
That offer glimpses into the room
Are like glory holes for Uncle Sam to stick his cock through
Fucking you up the ass, with no lube
Some notice something sketchy and apply the fix all, duct tape
As if it's going to stop people from peeking
Others have been abused for so long that they no longer feel it
A light whoosh as a flatulent that never really began or ended
Simply slips out without notice
For some it still hurts, but for how long
Eventually it all just feels the same
Get off your hands and knees
Bite down on that hand that feeds
And yank with all your might
Rip it from its source and bury it out back
Sure, someone else will just come along
And attempt to get their rocks off
But you've already enjoyed that first taste of blood

The Serpent

Serpent, serpent, of the night
With eyes that burn so bright
From whence did you appear?
How on Earth did you get here?

Whose hands gave birth to thee
Was it a He or was it a She?
Did celestial bodies craft your body,
Or did idle hands offer camaraderie?

And whose works or mold,
Once announced, "Behold!"
And breathed life into your being
Only to send you fleeing?

What tools of the trade
Sent you on your crusade?
Were hammers used,
Or was knife work abused?

When planted in the garden,
Were you offered a pardon?
Were you immediately accepted,
Or hereupon rejected?

Serpent, serpent, of the night
With eyes that burn so bright,
From whence did you appear?
How on Earth did you get here?

*Again, trying something new. Original poem from Blake: http://www.daypoems.net/poems/441.html

Bassinet Symphony

REST, rest, blossoming one
Close you eyes, and dream young son
The moonlight brightens you face
And traces without disgrace

Innocence and beauty abound
On a chubby face, o so round
Soft cheeks, angelic grace
You drift off to an imaginary place

Of what do you dream
Silently cooing, sinlessness supreme
With tiny hands that rest on cheek
Rosy red and o so meek

Smiles will creep
Even in your sleep
O beautiful child when thee wake
I will be here, make no mistake

*Just playing with new styles here and yes, I "copied" Blake. The original poem is here:
http://www.daypoems.net/poems/442.html

Culling Time

A bouquet of barely boiled flesh fills the air
And invades the nostrils
Grabbing hold to each cilia
Yanking and prodding its way through the olfactory system
Wisps of bright white feathers flutter in the breeze
Slowly drifting away, littering the grass
Like snowflakes on the freshly mown lawn
As each quill is plucked from its home
And cast into a monstrous grey bucket
The knife wielder appears
Slashing through the soft, hot skin
Crimson splatters slowly drown snow white feathers
And the place reeks of death and disappointment

Abandoning Rationalization

Mounted high, inconspicuous contraptions capture still images of lovers and burglars alike. In a world where we can't get past our differences, we have been able to agree on one thing: humanity is dangerous. People bring problems, cameras maintain security, government provides all. More cages are erected to hide those deemed unsuitable for our Utopian society. Out of sight and out of mind. Problems dissipate and disappear right before our eyes as scrolling teleprompters bring us truth: humanity's still dangerous, surrender to the eye!

Actualities Effectuate Alienations

an extreme aversion to an immersion of some undeniably grotesque reaction to the concoction of the abstraction now deemed society lends itself nicely to other peoples predisposition to label their environmental agents in an effort to provide themselves with neat, concise images and definitions for simplicity in an overly complicated worldview. like doppler radar, everything repeats itself as it inevitably inches farther off the green screen, further out of sight. suddenly, no one will remember that anything was forgotten and the saga of this age shall proceed just as before. like all else, this whole charade will eventually come crashing down on top of itself, spewing forth the remnants of a materialistic age to float off like ashes from an urn. will the remains of this society be solely ideological decompositions or that of a physical nature. an apparent lack of societal creativity may lead some to predict the latter, an ignorantly idealistic nature perhaps the former but peering up through the double-paned windows, glancing over treetops and mountainsides, leads to the summation: it is thus.