I am the purple eggplant char
Hovering over your orange sunset swirl
Storming the night’s long anxious nag
Tainting your idyllic rhythmic dreams
Fleshing your boundaries raised and angry
I am the he, the hue of terror
Two shades darker painted as my beard grows longer, coarser
A wide and wooly, black and grey chaos to my heel
I am the waking flesh splitting winter dry
Seeping to chill your warm soul

I am the stomp of well-knit limbs
Snuffing your innocent Western mind
Mammoth and timberous strokes of ignorance
Blanketing your blissful intellectic seek
Marking you path exhausted and raw
I am the common, the shadow of truth
Languishly deficient as my wrap twists tighter, darker
A thin and linen, white and bloody noose to my chest
I am the satanic drip off your idle fingers
Draining the veins till body’s rest.

Merry Christmas

For these holidays I wish for you a return
to your homes
to normalcy
to peace
to freedom
to school
to clean water
to work
to a human existance with no tank gunner pushing your every move

A first short film

A Wake

pattern recognition

i’m sliding off this warped clump of insignificant dirt

pushed aside by ravenous puppet shells
trampled under their rant triggered hasty charges
sacrificed for their idol trinkets
sliding off into a cold and inhumane space
where the return is not in the stars
but in the force of natural law.

Can You Guess?

What are these pics?

Where are they and more importantly when?
Is this before and after?

or what?