Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies,
Puking riddles on those tolled.
Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.
Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are fiddle-faddle.
Defrosted wars are flooding fields,
Entrenching fact with fiction,
In cyber realms, we've little shields,
To counter eastern malediction.
Folly finds that fear is fruitless,
Beware tourneys of tyranny,
Cavorted by the truth-less and ruthless,
Pretending reality's but conspiracy.
Categories:
spidered, allusion, america, corruption, immigration,
Form: Rhyme
I want to run away from this place
The mushrooms grew in a perfect circle
My fear is of myself
I have heard there is evil inside those rings
So I can never escape it
Even seeing one, a bad omen
It is spidered through my insides
I take a deep breath
It is odious
I step to the middle
Fear fills me up
I am frozen, paralyzed
and it spews from me
Is this evil I feel?
Infectious, it spreads to any near
Yes
I am a disease
I contaminate
and I destroy
I am an evil force
I deserve to die
I deserve to die
Categories:
spidered, angst, depression, evil,
Form: Free verse
CUT
A river of red flows
So angry and wild
The pain that consumes
Comes from deep within
Crying won't help
It gives way to reality
Numb. Numb that's how it feels
The sliver blade tucked and hid
So prying eyes won't see
From behing the curtain all is well
How wrong is it of me?
Skin gives aways to the crimson
Although its not my intention
Fascinated. Intrigued
It consoles me
The thin green spidered vein
Its what gets me the most
I dig deeper and deeper
To a point it may really hurt
The scarring a reminder
That not all is well
But its mine, my story to tell
A sliver of hope in my heart
A feeling I can't explain
All I want to do is stop
Oh! To late I hit a main vein.
Categories:
spidered, addiction, anger, anxiety, suicide,
Form: ABC
She had beautiful hands, I remember
Strong and brown and crude under the choking lamplight
that wintry autumn of the potato blight
I saw them cringe and turn over and over
She thought I’d fallen asleep, but no
I watched her silently in the dark, well past midnight.
Her hair was rich and long, I remember
Coarse and uncombed and tangled on sweaty afternoons
One sweltering midsummer before the monsoons
we crouched in the fields and together worried
Masses of hair spidered across her wet cheeks
Sweat or something else, running down those weathered prunes.
She had eyes like the sea, I remember
Stormy and clouded and murmuring of a shipwrecked sorrow
That spring day the wind swept away the morrow
she stood with her back to me and hung her head
I saw her weak frame jolting and stiffening
and my infant heart was splintered by an invisible arrow.
Her voice was a melody through the reeds, I remember
For fifty years her lips could give only sighs
Unbroken silence shivering beneath frozen skies
Her throat rippled when she looked at my blossoming face
Quivered and quivered in a song of muted melancholy
Then one day away she flew, like a flower, without goodbyes.
Categories:
spidered, childhood, death, motherautumn, day,
Form: Free verse
Spidered vellum bows
cracked and twisted by the feet
of dancing daydreams.
Categories:
spidered, imagination, life, on writing
Form: Senryu