Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify

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War Haiku #649

build perimeters
chain off all the entrances
and prepare for death

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War Haiku #16

bodies line deserts
saturating sandy soil
war whats it good for?


A Call To Arms

A call to arms
standing naked amidst crowds
wielding death weapons and a cheapened stance in societies stratifying dissemination
From mouths in the sky,
depravity lets fly
violent shards of hatred and cynicism
Insistent diatribes, mythology that refuses to perish
Absent apologies they abuse and cherish
laying cold carrions at the feet of the heiress
Slander and Salacious, Trite agitprop screams from televised gun barrels,
loading up loaded words, goading the herds
causing foreboding when the status quo prevails, absurd
Words made of fissile material, composing the most minute elements together
forming the ultimate tool of terror,
shot across the sky, into cold territory again
The sick, illicit onslaught continues, a manufactured farce of morbidity
digging under the cutaneous layers of destitute and dilapidated livestock
coaxing fire of anger,
mire of rage
dire consequence, leading forlorn to torn graves
born slaves, chained to imperial fantasy
pleading to ethereal, concealing their zeal
no more healing to feel, when cannon balls plummet from the heavens
This usurpation has been tolerated for far too long
Death by state is too wrong

Dielight, a.k.a the vampirric fantasia

A vast, grand creature unsheaths fangs,
its’ instrument of death, its’ instrument of life
each, sharp protrusion delves into depths of flesh
Acting as does the exterior of the earths atmosphere,  a vaccuum
Utilizing liquified suction to consume all life energy within the victim

Walking around in the thick haze, bouncing off reflections of mirror-like surfaces
which glow with hatred,
executing vicious plans from laboratories,
The tasters of plasma let slip a slightly sardonic grin,
just peeking from the tip of a blood-stained cheek
letting you in on the secret

A gang of Vampires, hiding beneath the shielded facade
of perfectly tailored suits from Milan,
Perform their morbid dance
Throwing at you, a morbid glance
Injecting sleeping potion into your veins
Lay back to slumber, its’ abhorrent trance


Dangerous Humanitarian Assumptions

Let us never make such a grave mistake, as one of pure ignorance
and depending on foundations built of mendacity: Having a high degree of confidence in the belief that we are anything above beasts
Let us never forget our genetic roots, trillions of biochemical strands in a cosmic swirl of destiny intertwined within pure anarchy
each strand, stratifying all cerebal function, supporting such frail and futile institutions, to the gravest of insanity;
An almost relentless devotion to self-preservation, except when relinquishing our control into weapons of great fire and destruction
submitting to a notion that our races’ survival is consequently dependent upon further malicious institution of these massively heinous bludgeons
Feeding kool-aid to masses that our savior lies within our tools of ultimate demise
How absurd an idea with such forceful preponderance,
kilotons of fissile material brewing beneath a mile of granite stone
Undulating throughout several thousand centrifuges
Awaiting sirens for activation
Silent screams of a tacit nation

Bluster and Frailty

Everyone knows what comes next
After medicine men pound the skins, hands beating
down on drums, dust
 dead termites and skin cells shed
from the tribes, rise into the air
Reflecting the mission of your studious glare
The torrent of the drum beating envelopes the surrounding atmosphere
Each subtle physical manifestation of vibration flowing throughout you
While you decry all attempts to cure you as failing
                Ignoring
the diffusion of your thoughts into a conscripted void of black matter
The medicine man beats at a faster pace, replete with masterful grace
Allowing you to taste ancestral weaponry
against pain
Suffering thrown down 12 flights of stairs, only
to find you
awaiting its judgement, the finality and frailty of sickness
attacking again
Waves of the universe flow against the wicked
Ignorant of those appreciating the beauty of eternal struggle
Watching for your turn to fall  

Gun Shot Victims

You arrived with your eyes open wide,
Thirsting for morbid slaughter
sifting through torrents of abhorrent vitriol
always wishing to see what happens when
metal meets fragments of skull bone, fractured
and hulled, removing the outer barrier to knowledge

What would possess you to yearn for such depravity,
is it Jack Bauer on picture tubes,
smacking around brown people to get answers

Or maybe its your love of conflict, your addiction
to violent firearm affliction
still mispronouncing words because you lack diction
and cheerlead to keep causing Iraq friction

So its my mission to insult your lack of intellect, and your penchant for expired affection of insurrection

…….losing your humanity all the while

[Author’s note]This is written again for almost the only hits I get on my blog, people searching for terms like “head bleeding from gun shots” and “gun shot wounds”. For all who yearn for violence, here’s to YOU!