Bread and Circus
Pay no mind
to the Pied
Pipers
always
spewing
that noxious nonsense
left and
right
hanging by
a memory
and fading
fast
on the
tired wings
of a broken
eagle
in a dying
empire
Jagged
little edges
bleed out
in
blue and
white
with
crimson chaos
smeared
from the
ruptured heart
of an
overwhelmed system
built no
better
than a
house of cards
An ivory
tower
made of glass
sure to
shatter
from the
stones
cast
by fate
alone
Destined to
fall
since the
first sin
in the
garden
Made a deal
with the
wrong side
of the
scales
and karma
never fails
to hit the
damned target
So say
goodnight
and say
goodbye
as the
shroud of shadows
which you
have hidden within
are
dispersed
by the
burning light
and your
soul is weighed
against the
feather
for final
judgment
You thought
that you
were in
control?
ha ha ha
You did not
respect
the laws of
nature
Woe be
unto those
who neglect
the higher
truth
of love
and seek
only to covet
the power
of
crown and
throne
A Sky of Thorns
A blooming
rose of impending doom
burns
violent red
above the
horizon
as a fiery
harbinger,
casting
sunburnt revelation fever
across the
mercury-laced atmosphere
with heavy
metal poison pouring down.
The Old Age
didn’t even
have time
to leave a
note
as the cold
cryogenic
desire
toward
absolute entropy
melted
behind
the veil of
silence,
releasing
the sounds
of
evolution
to pulse
forth
from out
the gene swarm soup.
Suffused
with the fragrance
of fresh
adaptation,
the primal
urge
toward
survival
flashed
from the source
like a
flood of white light,
awakening
the soul
of a
species at the brink
to rise
from the ashes
of near
disaster
and set a
new sun
in the
heart of the sky
where the
thorns bleed
with a
perfect love.
Bio:
Scott
Thomas Outlar fluxes and flows with the ever changing currents of the
Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life's existential
nature. He would like to know The Answers, but, you know, wouldn't
everyone? To read more of his work, please visit: 17numa.wordpress.com.
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