A brutally honest reflection forecasts my nearing end, but at four years and a hundred, I can't complain. My head is bald and mottled; my beard rivals the snow; wrinkled folds for eyelids obstruct my vision. All memories have long since abandoned my decay...
Voldar knelt before the statue of the great warrior and wept. Around her were the ruins of the city she had once called home. Foes had swept over it weeks before. “How could you let this happen?” Voldar cried, “You swore to protect them.” But the statue r...
In Northwestern BrazilColumbia and PeruIs the Amazon rainforestI kid you not, it's trueMillions of kilometresOf trees that reach the skiesCountless rivers running through itYou won't believe your eyesIt's the largest tropical rainforestBigger than all the...
Stalking the essences of a dream, I meander throughout the streets that have become rubble. It is quiet, unsettlingly so, but there is beauty in ruin. I dream of the little things. The way fiery sunlight glows against the sand-dusted buildings, the way so...
The little thing crawls on the forest floor. It wraps itself within the jungle, Cloaked by the creepers. The skin ripples over its ribs As breath sighs from its mouth. A cocoon of darkness envelopes it. Wrapping around its skinny wrists, ankles. Grabbing...
There is great shame in this world,Clouding over the earth like a shadow.A cry for change, for a future,Such hope, twisted into a reason.A reason, to loot and plunder.As those angry at life decided,On a path of violence,Over the path of peace.A child was...
Not a head does not turn towards the destruction, drawn by the brutal symphony of sound, held rapt by the morbid visual. Everyone sees some part of the meticulously planned yet seemingly barbaric disassembly, almost walking into one another as they crane...
You live life on a path A path of destructionDestruction leads to hurtYou thrive on hurting othersHurting others the way you hurtYou want others to sufferSuffer for your gainWhen someone helps you You inject toxicity in their livesThen run back to them wh...
I am the Angel of Destruction. People don't like me, And with good reason, I mean, Who can blame them, When I take lives with the swipe of my hand? People have different names for me, Death, though they're wrong, Death just travels with me, My close compa...
The Civil War isn’t over yet. The Crusades begun a thousand years ago have not been won, and when I read about another drone, another soldier’s suicide, another stone thrown at a women’s head, another prison being built to rid the streets of anyone who mi...
If we weren’t here everything would flourish. The blazing sun would rise each day like now. The moon would do its rounds and what would perish would not know its name. New seeds somehow would grow and from decay bloom new flowers, new colors, new aromas...
