I - wasted land
Future stands battle ready.
words freeze, snap crack with ideas,
frozen truths melt
secretly behind our backs.
soon, we will not see forests
only cities branching out in leafless vulgarity.
facing rural hinterland
we discover ancient ruins
nestled between city and suburbia.
above deep-pitched waves of Future-shock
melancholy babies serenade us,
small & greedy, excremental gods rise up for worship,
warnings flare in waste-filled skies,
whiffs of jasmine
remind us of all-natural ingredients,
snarl in synthetic jealousy.
we are don quixotes
fighting a losing battle.
Future dulls itself on false memories.
sensing danger, sun waves goodbye and melts,
"yo man, i got the juice
so don' be chillin' me!"
ivory towers kiss the ground,
"take us with you," they beg,
"for what has been lost is safe."
amid fusion of landscape darkness shines.
we are blinded,
our skeletal beauty exposed.
fire illuminates cold & bright,
burns passions bare,
feeds on remnants of flesh,
visionaries explore potential power
of pulsating blossoms,
toxic seasons change
to indifferent shades of gray.
II - don quixote . . . goodbye
man worships power above all;
that fired-up juice
behind the shock-filled
ingredient of the fight,
this dull Future of false words
flares up, branches out,
its potential rises
begging to be explored.
we bare the secrets of cold babies,
small jasmine kisses ruined by whiffs of excrement,
they are only warnings,
ivory daggers, nestled deep
in the rural backs of you & me.
the jealous Greed that changes face,
III land of the nuclear
forests discover vulgarity on blossoms.
between safe, ancient beauty & skeletal melting,
wasted suburbia shines.
melancholy visionaries sense danger,
memories, confused, find truth indifferent,
gray skies prevent future brightness,
frozen cities crack,
sun shaded amid pulsating landscape.
our nature chills___________Future____________sees us losing
______________leafless waves of wasted beauty
__cities snarl_________hinterlands turn_________towers snap
__cities snarl_________flesh burns toxic
__cities snarl_________synthetic gods
__cities snarl_________feed dark passions.
V aftermath + hope =
remnants of an ancient sun
exposes blind indifference
the passion of beauty fused.
serenades the lost,
blossoms with ideas,