Waxing Ambitions

Battlefields with invasive species give sight to unexplored pastimes and cratered surfaces. Metal sheets slide gently under shallow roots, tossing them aside like unwanted house guests. The pineapple appears in the corner, a sign to necessary etiquette of proper time frames. Overburdened cooperation results in less congruency underneath as outward appearances settle into complacency. Beauty shifts frames and lucky charms overrun visual zones. Horizontal and vertical axes appear on white screens and are overlain with parabolas. Zenith to nadir, the space between pixilated, morphing into familiar memories.

Venerable Interpretations

Half century old
Handbooks of the trade
Gather dust
In dark corners
Spring cleaning
Sheds new light
On aged ideas
Breathing life into
Revised imprints
Of detailed plans
Blueprints
For herding operations
That drain vaults
Of concrete and steel
Present turns from future
Embracing past
Until regression
To stone age traditions
Are inevitable

Amicability

Even those with whom I identify
Through abstract conceptions
Of relative norms
Seem far away
From my own prescribed reality
In a world of ambiguities
There still seems to be a need
To label and identify
Every emotion and human feeling
Frailty as a notion
Applicable to mankind
Is irrelevant
Misinterpretation of Darwinian explanation
Favor not one over two
But the intermingling
And growth of all those
In tune

Dissention

The precedent has been set that those in power cannot be held accountable to those they do not respect, so continue to follow these stupid laws that tie you down and wear away at your soul. You mind has been infiltrated; it's no surprise you don't know. Unbind your hand and sigh with relief because now that you have taken the first step, the rest will be a breeze. Abstractly speaking of course since greedy hands will not fall idly from around your neck. Tear and claw at your captors if you wish to stay alive or succumb to their every whim and let humanity die. Dirty tactics are encouraged through television screens to give way to more authoritarian rule. 99-1 odds sound pretty good to me though, so get up off your knees and wipe that silly grin from your face, smear war paint across your cheeks, we will win this race.

Beguiled

Second class status to third class parties may seem a victory to a large percentage of the population but I abhor this tiny box and strive to break new ground. Their mere acquiescence was enough to satisfy those minimalist needs but I say push on, do not be fooled by their monumental greed. These ancient caste systems may have been given new names but doubt not that they exist or the roles they continue to play. These showy preordained peacocks: charming, colorful and loud, should not be rewarded by our ceasing to cry foul. We are not all dumb hens just pecking around; spread those wings and launch yourself to even higher ground. For those apprehensive, do no fear, do not fret, we are only reclaiming our long owed debt.

Eradication-less

Jainist like persuasions must keep the insects guessing as to the norms of human-bug relations
No shriek nor stomp or weapon was produced, just a small box with holes introduced
Outsider perspective may look upon in jest but these saved souls find no humor in the anti-pest
Today four wasps were freed from my tiny cave; I doubt they knew quite how to behave
Freedom was given with just one little tap and off they went with absolutely no need of a map
So continue on your barren path but before you go, remember that everything you need, you already know

Veracious Intendments

Clench those cheeks together
Strain with all your might
Midsections are a rumblin'
And won't give in without a fight

Enemies lie just around the corner
Waiting for the crowds
Of muted buglers making triumphant sounds

Heave the diaphragm
Blow with all your might
The future's not a comin'
It is here tonight

So loosen your hips
Do back flips
And dive into the pool

The cool water is refreshing
So strip out of that old taboo
Our bodies are au naturale
So pay no mind or second thought

To this I say
Through parted lips
Allow me to be forthright