Meeting the Bar~Genocide & Forced Ascension
Genocide And Forced Ascension
Separate yet infinitely connected
bulbous yet divine tentacles dancing
Stretching over azure waterways
busting through ancient stone formations.
It is constant communication with no purpose
available to each and every one
every citizen, every pod, every habitat
festering as every cycle wilts
vibrancy bleeds as even oxygen is manufactured
stale and undernourished
rotation after rotation, light phase to darkness
when they wake doomed to repeat
Inhaling toxic vapors through orifices
into flesh, into organs, into mind
consuming laboratory experiments as sustenance
yet still, somehow, they exist
to the determent of their true creator
as they seek conversation with mystical wonderment
to the determent of every living being
the citizen becomes consumed with desire
to protect self, and self only
to somehow defend what was never owned
to lay claim to that that will be left behind to rot
upon his forced and untimely ascension.
Today sees the wonderful poet Samuel Peralta visiting the pub for Meeting the Bar, and he has challenged us to take a look at our world and our words a little bit differently. Stop on by dVerse to have a read of the wonderful article and raise your own pen to the challenge.
Separate yet infinitely connected
bulbous yet divine tentacles dancing
Stretching over azure waterways
busting through ancient stone formations.
It is constant communication with no purpose
available to each and every one
every citizen, every pod, every habitat
festering as every cycle wilts
vibrancy bleeds as even oxygen is manufactured
stale and undernourished
rotation after rotation, light phase to darkness
when they wake doomed to repeat
Inhaling toxic vapors through orifices
into flesh, into organs, into mind
consuming laboratory experiments as sustenance
yet still, somehow, they exist
to the determent of their true creator
as they seek conversation with mystical wonderment
to the determent of every living being
the citizen becomes consumed with desire
to protect self, and self only
to somehow defend what was never owned
to lay claim to that that will be left behind to rot
upon his forced and untimely ascension.
Today sees the wonderful poet Samuel Peralta visiting the pub for Meeting the Bar, and he has challenged us to take a look at our world and our words a little bit differently. Stop on by dVerse to have a read of the wonderful article and raise your own pen to the challenge.
Comments
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You certainly rose to the challenge, much more so than my effort :)
"vibrancy bleeds as even oxygen is manufactured
stale and undernourished
rotation after rotation, light phase to darkness
when they wake doomed to repeat"
Excellent piece.
I hope you won't start sighin'
Looks like you took the prompt and made it your own
Really in the zone
Another great verse act
And that's a Face it Fact
to the determent of every living being
the citizen becomes consumed with desire
to protect self, and self only
to somehow defend what was never owned