Unleash the Hound!

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"King Priam was first to note him as he scoured the plain,
all radiant as the star which men call Orion's Hound,
and whose beams blaze forth in time of harvest more brilliantly
than those of any other that shines by night; brightest 
of them all though he be, he yet bodes ill for mortals,
for he brings fire and fever in his train-
even so did Achilles' armor gleam on his breast
as he sped onwards."

Homer- The Iliad; Book XXII
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Deaf to the growls 
of Orion's Hound, we prey
for extinction, we pray
for distinction, in a world
acting for so long
chameleons colored mannequin
and man's a double-crossing snake
slithering through salted cracks
in someone else's nightmare
unable to awaken, choking
red dust and debris knee-deep
a world dead on their feet
still asleep
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Sometimes

…when you think that

There’s nothing redeemable

Left in human society

Someone will unselfishly display

Kindness, a random act

Or perhaps a return

For the gentle smile

You so carelessly throw around

Or your calloused helping hands

That mold the day

 

Crossroads

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Crazy when you look back
at the vast array of people
who've crossed your timeline
or parallel it (far less)

and do you consider near collisions
from so much indecision?
There's almost always a cause
and in some way they will affect
this incarnation like it of not

Maybe brushing up against 
or rubbing the wrong way
or a remembered look of disgust
that may or may not have led
to a self-conscious self-examination
or perhaps someone or something
made you smile or feel significant

Traces of all we encounter
scar the path we forge
Necessary for growth
though impermanent

For as all things are born
they too shall pass

Crazy when you look back

Wiser when you don't

Blood and Bone

Give my regards
to broads of the street
Disregard Wall street
Fall
Sleep
Save yourself the agony
Save what little you have
Cut out the middleman
Hedge fund managers need
to be clipped, castrated
For to profit from others suffering
should not be tolerated
Yet slavery and debt
built these metropolitan tombs
built an avarice nation
built upon the backs
of the native people
Swindled into servitude
Stripped of culture
A nation built
on blood and bone
Sustained
by debt through loan
Destroyed
by all of it

Hot Revenge

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My revenge wasn't served cold.

It was quite warm in fact.
From my scrotum
to my penis it came.

And once it left the shaft
and found oxygen, like fire
it seemed to spread everywhere.

A dreadful sight I'm sure,
pants to my ankles, ball-sweat soaking
into the office chairs seat cushion

and my unborn liquefied children
lie everywhere like remnants
of a white phosphorus grenade.

and for the first time
in a long time

I felt good.

Left to Chance

A world left to uncertainty
left to chance
seems a fine place to start
in one's search
for a better way
The preplanned, preformatted
and prepackaged program
they've sold us
has proven to contain
too many holes
filled with shit
like cold patch on forgotten streets
Temporal repairs
for temporary problem solvers
failing the world unknowingly
day by day perpetuating
stale cycles passed down
through dark centuries
since mankind attempted
conquering the Earth
though forewarned
by many tribes
an impossible feat
they'll never stop trying