Offer Announcement

Hello folks. Just going to do a little announcement.

If you don't follow my Twitter account or you don't check out my author page at Smashwords or anything like that you might not know about an offer going on for the entire month of July. You or anyone you talk to who is interested can get my e-book for free. Just use the code SFREE at the checkout when visiting Smashwords. Again this offer is only good until July 31.

You're probably why it took so long to notify people about this offer. Partly its because I've been busy working on other things. Also partly because I'm a bit lazy when promoting my work. That's really it. Either way, you still have time to take advantage of this offer. If you like history and poetry and want to see all the poems featured on this blog in the right order totally check out the offer. You still have plenty of time.

The Gaiad has been Published!

NEWS!

Dear readers, It finally happened. You can now read all of the poems featured on this blog in the right order. All you ave to do is purchase my book at your favorite ebook retailer. Also be sure to favorite my author page at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Pisceswriter123. For future reference I'll place the link to the author page up along with the link to my Twitter page. Any support is appreciated.

As for other stuff. I know the little thing at the top of the blog page says up until the time of publication and everything. However, I don't think I'm going to en this blog just yet. I might decide to add a new series of poems at some point so this is definitely not the end.

For my followers, thank you for your support. To those repeat visitors, thank you for your time. To new visitors, hope you come back again. To all of you, it was a pleasure writing these poems. Hope you'll consider further support.

Deepwater Horizon

On the horizon the monster loomed

Tasting the sweet black gold.

A gasket broke

Before the monster finished

Causing it to lose its lunch

It tried to recover

But did a poor job.

Corners were cut to save money and time.

Oil and gas leaked from the borehole

The monster’s food came up along with gas and cement

Catching fire

Sending the beast to its watery grave

Black blobs of thick sludge

Spewed into the open gulf

Killing fish

Killing birds

Contaminating land and sea

Wreaking havoc on economies and ecosystems

For generations to come.

NSA Leaks

“Big Brother’s watching.”

The tinfoil man kept saying

“Beware of Big Brother.”

“Be careful of hat you say,”

“Be careful of what you do”

“Because he is watching”

“In each and every way.”

The Snowy man confirmed this

Through his five wise eyes

He published his reports

On the secrets of NSA.

The media

Ate the info up

Digested it

Spewed it over the public

Revealing cable treaties

All around the world.

“Don’t be silly,”

The boundary breaker said.

“There’s no such program.”

The Snowy man left for the Bear

Under espionage charges and theft accusations.

Pope Francis

A humble man from the City of Good Air

Lead his flock during the riots of December.

The second John Paul replaced his vestments with red.

When the Cooperator of Truth resigned

He was chosen to wear the Papal mitre.

Being the humble man

Being the man of God

Being a servant to the people

He rejected the palace of apostles

To live as a guest of God.

He rejected well embroidered vestments and robes

For simple attire.

He rejected the gold

For a fisher’s ring

To become the fisher of men

Preaching peace and love.

Neither Marxist

Nor Capitalist

He redirected his church

With the shepheard’s crook

Bringing the lamb to focus on deeper issues.

A New Social Milestone

A sigh of relief from some.

A time of rejoicing for others.

The rainbow people finally get their unions

Love is flowing now to more people than ever

New love

Old love

Love for all ages.

Rainbow love.

The Great White Court handed down the decree

That the people of the rainbow flag

Get to show their love legally.

For a time they were allowed to date

But now, together and forever they can decide their fate.

Forget the rants

Forget fiery mad rhetoric

Forget the fire and brimstone preachers

Who moan and whine

Who scream and yell

From their burning pulpits in the front of the room

Because love is a beautiful thing

No matter who shows it,

No matter who knows it,

No matter where it comes from,

No matter how you receive it,

Let this love of one another forever ring.

Crisis in the Ukraine

After the world warmed

After Soviets faded into history

The Great White Bear of the North

Settled to her slumber.

The cubs left the den

Only one cub looked back.

Torn between its mother and new friends in the West

It growled and whimpered.

A Victor perched upon its head

Through deceitful means

Sparking the revolution of Orange.

When things settled the Victor urged the bear on.

“Go back,” the Victor said, “Mother’s calling.”

“Go back,” The Victor’s friends told him.

“Father Vlad is waiting.”

A Maidan sang her great distaste for the mother bear

Pulling the young cub Westward.

“We must move forward,” she said.

“To the West.”

The Victor did not like this.

Gathering the Easterners of the mother tongue

They pulled the cub by the fur

While the Maidan kicked and screamed

Into civil unrest

She occupied buildings

She rioted

She called for the Victor’s resignation.

When the Victor lost control

He fell from his lofty perch.

Hearing commotions next door

Mother Bear awoke.

She saw her cub being pulled East and West

Then she took away a toe

Then old Vlad sent her to cross her son's borders

To help the Victor’s side.

Opening the Gates of Hell

Four blood moons

A solar eclipse

Siri opens the gates of Hell

Iran enriches its uranium

Building plants

To use for power

Claiming it’s for peaceful purposes

The man who broke the racial boundaries

Suspects they are growing mushrooms

Talks commence

ISIS spreads its rhizomatic roots of radicalism

Out of Syria

Into Iraq

Burning the ancient books

Taking control of ancient buildings

Calling across the globe

To millions of disenfranchised youth;

Europe,

Africa,

America.

Young people swayed by pleasant propaganda

Answering the call to radicalism.

Ebola

From the deepest, poorest parts of Africa

The creature emerges.

Causing bloody welts

Causing contagious cough.

Spreading fast

Through villages and cities

Spreading unexpectedly

Killing all who come near.

Fear,

Panic,

Mistrust

Destroys hospitals

Driving those who wish to help away.

New tests

Create new weapons against the monster

Used by those who brought it home.

Tsunami 2011

Silently

Rolling out,

building up

Bunching up,

Growing in power,

Growing in energy.

Slowly, it rolled

Toward the violently shaken land.

The wave came rushing inward

Swiftly breaking against mountains,

Destroying property,

People swept away,

Lives lost

Chaos taken

Silently.

Injustice and Upheaval

A man was shot

Opening old racial wounds.

Vultures circled

Around the still drying blood.

Setting the internet ablaze

With their preaching agendas

Driving the media into a frenzy.

Like magma bursting to the surface

Anger flowed.

Anger for injustices

Brought on by the overzealous police.

Black lives matter

Raise your arms

Don’t shoot

As outrage yelled and looted

A church burned

Under the unrelenting mob.

A few tried to calm the flames

They tried to be the quenching rain

To quell the fiery anger.

An old soldier stood on the front lines

Speaking reasonably

Telling them to go home.

Saying it isn’t worth the anger

Mothers grabbed their children

Curfews were placed

At first there was little effect

Slowly it began to build.

Cooler voices grew louder

The fires died

Cooling the outrage

Into peaceful protest.

Superstorm Sandy

Over warm Caribbean Shallows

A hot breeze lifts skyward.

Taking the ocean’s breath

Depositing it into ever expanding mountainous clouds.

Growing

Stretching

Expanding across the sea.

The wind begins to blow.

Rain falls

The beast begins to turn.

An eye opens

The beast awakens.

Pushing northward

Riding the winds

Ever strengthening

Ever expanding in the early Autumn air.

It eats another beast

Rolling from the west.

Atmospheric steering systems fail to turn the beast away.

Becoming one

They bring their wrath to eastern shores.

Snow inland

Waves and walls of water

Drive up the shores

Taking away the people’s power

Wreaking pain and destruction

Over the never sleeping cities.

Lives were lost

Heroes born

Things will never be the same.

The Social Crusades

For generations

They marched in the streets.

They cried black ink onto their pages.

Calling for change,

Calling for equality,

Washing away injustice with their inky black tears.

For too long they fought.

The salt from their sweat and blood ran from their brow

A testament to the old generation’s hard work.

They fought hard

Protecting the crusader castle of liberty from the monsters and dragons.

Like the warriors of old they lost their way.

Their black tears became more and more brackish.

Salt encrusted their ducts

No longer crying tears

Their spit became poisonous

With the fiery, mad rhetoric of the internet

They forged their pseudo intellectual weapons

Becoming the enemies their forefathers fought so hard against.

With dragon’s blood soiling their bodies from the past wars

They rose up as berserkers and amazons

In the senseless culture wars.

What once were tears of pain

What once were tears of agony

What once were tears of empathy, sympathy and triumph

Became acid and vitriol

Spat at passerby.

Donning their armor of hypocrisy,

Armed with spears of falsehoods and half-truths

Hiding behind shields of victimhood

They stormed the castle they once protected.

Gamers built their gates and the puppies cried.

Berserkers and amazons rallied the social justice troops

Who, in turn, rallied their white knights.

Then turned journalism yellow with propaganda

Hiding the truth of the other side.

Those that tired of being spoken for

Threw down their weapons

Rejected their shields

To turn against them

Defending the gates instead.

Announcements more or less

Hello everyone. Its been a while since I've posted. To my three followers here I thank you for staying. You may or may not have read any of my poems but that's okay. They are here for your enjoyment. I may take the blog down but not in the foreseeable future.  I'm actually here to start posting new poems again. In the past couple of years since I stopped posting there have been a few developments I feel are important historically, culturally and for other reasons.

If you have a Tumblr page or are on Twitter I'm sure you are already familliar with the term "Social Justice Warrior" or SJW for short. While I disagree with their politics, and it will  show up in the first new poem I put up, I still am going to put it up. I have my reasons for putting this up. I feel, as a writer, that it is my duty to explore the issues of the day. I hope the poem isn't too preachy but it is to demonstrate my own opinions on the subject. I also feel that, since this has blown up into a HUGE thing on the internet and has ingrained itself into our cultural history, I feel that it is also my personal duty to myself and this series of poems to be placed along with the rest of them. I know what you who have read the poems I've put up before are probably going to say, I glanced over a lot of history. That's true. If I were to record every single event in poetic form, this entire work would become WAY WAY too long. The last reason I'm putting the poem is for simple freedom of speech. This is how I choose to express my opinions of the happening addressed.

On this post and the next post I ask that you be as respectful as possible if you comment. You could be against #gamergate or you could be for #gamergate. You could be a SJW yourself. I'm open to discourse and all of that. I'm not going to ban or delete opinions. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Whatever. I feel that most "trigger warnings", especially the Tumblr type of trigger warnings are stupid. Just because someone disagrees with you, it shouldn't cause you to go into convulsions. There are people out there with REAL PTSD  and I feel that these types of things diminish the importance of those victims. Yes, you're going to find people with differing opinions from you. You'll disagree with them and everything but think of it this way: that's how we grow. Being exposed to different ideas and opinions is how we grow as people and become well rounded citizens of the world.

That being said, the first poem following this one will have content people will disagree with and it might be controversial to some people. Pleas understand this and respect other people's opinions and my own.

For the second announcement. The poems after this post won't be published in the order they appear whenever I get around to publishing the entire work. Thank you.

114. The Future

Man has a choice.
Between dark.
Between light.
Who will write the pages of the next thousand years?
Will it be peace and harmony with nature and ourselves
Living in a glorious utopian paradise?
Or will there only be more bloodshed and violence
As we fall into the chasm
Of our own making?
When will our star fall from its lofty height?
What new stars will replace us?
Will they pave their roads with us
As we with those before?
There will be new Ozymandias statues
Erected and worn like the old.
Who will come to sing our song?
I don’t know.
The muse hasn’t told me.
I only report what comes to my fingers.
My muse tells me only what has been written.
But she says this,
It’s only the prologue to an even greater story.

113. December, 2012

“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the man on the street.
“Spare some change?”
“Help a fellow man?”
“You have no need of it anyway.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the charlatan.
“I’ll give you a little safety.”
“Just buy it from me.”
“Stir the pot with fears.”
“Give me your money”
“I’ll see you through.”
“The world supposed to end today,”
Said the conspiracy theorist.
“Nibiru,”
“Tsunamis,”
“Fire from the sky,”
“Hold your breath when the volcano erupts,”
“As governments poison our food supply.”
“The earth will be taken from under our feet.”
“Beware the solar flare”
“When the shifting planet comes”
“To turn over government falsehoods”
“Blowing the whistles of truth.”
“The world supposed to end today,”
Said the fearful corporate man.
“You won’t find me staring death down”
“I’ll be crouched deep inside”
“My luxurious condo under ground.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the Buddhist monk, the priest, the imam.
Preaching from their holy places
Of religious bliss and rebirth
In the glorious afterlife.
“The world supposed to end today,”
The experts were misunderstood.
“Tsunamis are old news.”
“Super volcanoes erupt every thousand years.”
“Huricanes, Tonadoes,”
“All just a little nature.”
“Nothing to worry about.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the boy.
He chewed his gum.
He played his games.
Worry free
Expecting the sun to rise on a new day.
So the world lived on.
No rapture.
Impe died of natural causes
Pat Robertson’s still alive.
No people knocking on Heaven’s door.
They weren’t lifted up
To meet the UFO.
No monstrous man
To throw into a pit of fire.
Believers and non believers alike
Are still alive to bicker among themselves.
A disaster here.
A dictator there.
Wall Street’s ups and downs
The elections will be close.
All business as usual.

112. Another Revolution

The man on the hill,

The man in economic mountains,

The man on the street,

Became bitter enemies

A new revolution

Spreading throughout the world

Occupying the nation

As people protested against failing government and corruption.

Greece tumbled

From economic prosperity,

The Union of Europe

Scrambled to their aid.

Arabs had their spring.

The Middle East erupted with fire

To deal with their bullying dictators.

The Spring turned to Fall

Then Winter

Back to spring.

Iran threatened Israel

Promising possible nuclear annihilation.

As the world continued to burn and change

America looked over the rift of a new election.

Politicians preached their promises to people

Saying they will change.

People went “Psh”

As they play their iPhony games

Being sucked into a Facebook reality.

The election’s rift

Is where the future will be.

No change from said politicians

Nothing from violence and bloodshed.

Slavery on the chocolate Ivory Coast

While men kill and kidnap in Africa.

Nothing new.

Everything’s the same

At least the technology’s shiny.

At least a retweet showed you care.

111. September 11 and Another War

From deep within the caves of Afghanistan
A man ordered an attack.
A cell was activated and buildings were brought down.
People demanded the truth
Expecting more conspiracy.
No truth was trusted.
The bush’s honesty was questioned
When he sent us back to Iraq.
Wall Street was supported.
The economy collapsed.
Did the bush want these things?
Or was it all coincidence?
Future generations will have to decide.
The bush left office.
A man promising change stepped up.
He made great speeches.
Made powerful promises,
Was elected,
Breaking a new racial boundary.
His presidency brought controversy
As conspiracy ran rampant in the media.
They questioned his birth.
They questioned his citizenship.
They formed parties with tea.
They scrutinized and criticized him.
They fought him at every turn.
Alas, no change came.
As for that little evil hermit in the cave.
He was found by secret men
Taken to his hellish rest.

110. Into the Twenty-first Century

The Cold War passed into history.

The climate slowly heated.

A bush was elected

We had another war.

Saddam, the bully, made trouble.

He stomped over to Kuwait.

With a yell of “Mine!” he took the oil.

We went in, took him out, then left.

The bush said no new taxes

But raised them anyway.

We elected a Clinton.

He brought troops to Bosnia

To fight Europe’s genocide.

He warned us of new threats

But his scandal came in too loud.

The Twentieth Century closed with a bang.

Fireworks and fear made an exciting mix.

Computers that proliferated and multiplied like bunnies

Threatened to shut down because of a number.

There was never any chaos.

The end did not come.

In the heat of the warming sun

We moved on into the new Millennium.

Another bush became president.

But it was almost a gore.

109. The End of the Cold War

Thus the world moved into another decade.
More presidents came.
They dealt with the Soviet problem in other ways.
Disco was born and died
But the mirror ball was kept.
A new decade sped through.
The rock got louder and wilder
As its great golden age reached its peak.
Hair and clothes became crazy.
Symphonies were performed with electric guitars
As singers burned the stage
With pyrotechnic words,
Colorful, blistering music
And wild backroom parties with white powder and bottles.
At the end of this golden age of rock
A president came to destroy the Soviets once and for all.
“Tear down this wall!” he said.
The ultimatum was set.
A new race started
As people hid in their shelters
Holding on
Drowning in their sweat
Hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare.
He built his weapons.
Tried to bring them to space.
The Soviets couldn’t keep up.
They ran out of money
The war slowly tapered out.