Eke the Meagre was facing into the wind muttering some complaint or other; for the fifth time that hour he cursed his existence.. and spat.Globular representations of his utter despair made it further than any of his other plans,
And finally he laughed.
The universe grinned at him.. as benevolent as you need it to be. “See.. nothing is ever totally pointless.”
Are you awake?
You must be.. I taste nectarines.
Mouth waters and my tastebuds leap
Libidinous excursion of memory
Bound to fade after the next leap
What is that?
Are you awake too
Are you desperate at 4.15
Did you suffer this same inner treason
I have a resinous whiff of magic
But I bet
” eke… I keep telling you that complete positivity is a dangerous fringe science that’s going to DISRUPT the entire WORLD! That’s not hyperbole, buddy, that’s pure truth.
I just can’t stand by and let you experiment with feeling good about EVERYTHING, then what would you need me for?”
Eke said “ugh” as unemphatically as he could manage. Enthusiasm was exceedingly commercialised these days and somewhat expensive to maintain.
He was as determined as a dissolute dreamer can be without someone else’s bankroll to exploit.
Somehow he would turn all this negativity into super-wonderful positivity and then… then his friends would all need him.
Eke was a tall man, and sober with it.
Just as a healthy adolescence had lengthened and strengthened his impressive frame; life gathered speed after puberty, as is often overlooked while experienced.. and just into manhood life had conspired to bow his hefty countenance quite by half.
Not for want of trying would his body unkink.. every lotion and potion prescription and meditation had been employed over the years by healers and charlatans alike; to no avail.
Suffice to say that Eke the Meagre was a league ahead when shit creek suddenly materialised in his sphere of reference with a raging stink of desperation.
A side serving of paddle shaped potato fries appeared from time to time but they were never crispy enough (nor large enough!) to navigate the torrent of shit.
Eke employed his arms .. frantically ; months at a time.
Let’s just agree that a shitstorm doesn’t dissolve human flesh.. just the will to escape from our own rotting suck cesspools. Eke became Eke the Meagre.. and it was the name that assumed his being as long as assumptions are held.
Eke inhaled the swirling chaos of digested yesterday’s. He swigged deep with his precious nostrils and let that particulate matter infuse his whole being.
I’m not talking nose hairs here.. I’m mean cillia deep.. right into his lungs and out into his soul.
😈🗣 part two👁
Vengeance is sweet
Violence is true
Get your wood out mate
I’m coming for u
Muppet man muppet man
What have you seen
I’ve sent a monkey.
To butcher your dreams
Stalling mid flight
Like a tightrope strung
Muppet head muppet head
What have you said
I’ll send a sonnet
To lop off your
Bled dry bone dust and fright
Look up more often
The angels do fight
All I am owed
I will stand
Watch it grand
Eight times eight twines and ill let this thought light a way
What say you
Concrete floats I hear pretty
Life’s worth more than petty
But honour among thieves is
Gadabout waffle on all alone
Sea of anonymity no more
Pretend away your suffering
I wore mine like a champ
Muppet .. fringe.. fick le
Fancy free until I
Glimpse a flimsy whisper of your
Black don’t scare me none;
I know that gods are gluttons for agony too
I rafe them thin sliced
Debonair and delighted.
Strife returns upon itself untangled
Only in a schism of fate
Gaping trinket… testing at your stickiness
Your grasp will go straight through.
The choice was left to you
So void your warranty
I’ll grant no clemency
Scant mercy is deserved
By parasites without a clue.
And she raged. Silent, seething; paralysis but only pain to numb the fire.
Underneath the pull of grief stuffed apathy.
Cruel and crass remainders talked.. can’t do this: never could get straight enough to head on impale the competition.
Sweat traversed every crevice in her skin.
It tangoed across the surface of the earth and touched down like a packet of matchsticks through a wood chipper .
She breathed. A heart beat skipping somewhere. Along.. lightly and never frowning for longer than a micro expression .
Just that hint of sauce that never quite splatters everywhere. Only a second.
Yet she thought palely; never underestimate a shadow. It will take you down.
Some of us have a few rungs spare; some of us are just monkeys.. good at hangin tough. But it takes some tough losses to get to the point where balance isn’t optional anymore. Focus
Tantrumless little breaths; so don’t make me strangle you to make you breathe, ok!
I bloody well will if you really want.
Mortality is what makes us special; somehow theology misses this in the mainstream. The fleeting mess; the learning not to grasp at straws when you could be sowing fields…
the future is real. It’s promise isn’t a torture neither a cage. Impactful, in the now; procrastinate at leisure but delaying tactics only pull away opportunities.
Life is not one big onion.
It’s a julienne carrot.
The End of the Beginning (saving the rain)
As the sun rose across the oceans of the jewel of Earth.. the last shining precipice was colliding with humanity’s birthplace.
The womb that had spawned billions of unique beings; unnumbered scores of innovation, evolution…
… she was in the winter of her final nurturing, she was gasping and had lingered long beyond bearing, to save as much of her offspring as possible.
The planet was slowing.
Grinding down due to mass disruption.
The parts that had been sloughed off, the ecosystems removed, decimated; the trees had gone for fuel and heat..
the trenches and the war zones ; open slits on the wrists of Gaia.. mining had not been the only objective to the massive channels of grids and craters and gaping emptinesses created by draining the aquifers for transport. They were turning her carcass into an ark.
They knew they had killed our Mother;
They callously raped her and pillaged without regard. There truly were only seventy score between the internet and the digitisation process completion.
It began almost innocuously; as these things do, as a convenience.
Everything was stored. We were evaporated into digital cloud storage.
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I believe that everybody is part of everybody’s story. I write what occurs to me. Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you! Upon you be blessings today and timely inspirations. T.n.