abandoned

#vss365 #undertone

"Trickle Down" a happy harvest for the plucky purveyors. plutocrats picking apples off our collective tree, claiming ownership over even the air we breathe. monstrous mongers mashing gardens, mush meandering downhill. #WildWalkPrompt | #Harvest #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt

pipes prosper across cityscape, lead and plastic lingering in our inadequacies, letting us know all the failures retrospect in our bones. generational gap go ne to the madness our minds me ander, particulates precipitating the gray of our broiled brains, pipes prospering. #emoetry | #inadequate

"Together," in hours spent sounding out our undertone along these days we delight across. in every moment, our tenor to hold till the tides of our lives lays us in the endless night. #vss365 | #undertone

"History Here" a boy brought ashore. his #ballad carried by kin through dusk and dawn, toiling and surviving and fighting for tomorrow, till his are chattel no more. finding time to hear meaning in those words again. #BlueSkyRelay | #Ballad

: "between" : : : : : fence building nihilists annihilateUS : : : - : - : all : #poem #poetry #nemoetry #border

peeking over the : edge of it all, wa tch ing it all fall down. almost at the peak of it now, peering o'er the end. #poem #nemoetry #art #resist.

frogs together strong. #resist

. painted on transparent plastic .

her #verve can't be graphed to bell curve, grinding our bones together to make some kinda music, call it symphony till the crows come home, winter whipping at our windows. wanting just another day in from the cold. just another day more than i deserve. #vss365

"grinding" work till the clock strikes then work some more. no days off when the bills are due. work work work. hustle them bones so you can stay in your home. #fatigue a feeling you can't keep or you'll be missing the days you could sleep. end of a rope just means you need more. #emoetry

slipping slow into sleep, our clamor clinging for the day, but sounds gone now, quick as it came. sinking into the escapism we imprison ourselves in. watching our TVs scream till the resistance fades. slow boiling crustaceans, claws bound in the rubber of yesterday. #RetroArtPrompt

"Across the Path" the thunder rang out, flashing brilliance a shaking crash cross starsky ; tree torn to log brightened night on forest's floor. #Log | #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature

smells like salt #photo #art #sea

"Trumpet" deigning delight, dining on Our #defiance against. false flags filling forts with body bags. framed for a lead poisoned legion to legalize fascist position. pedo in chief obfuscating on by, should coulda woulda till the cows come home. this is the hour, better draw Your line. #emoetry

"Someday Sand" there, in the caldera of moments passed, we pool to lick wounds and wash away again. #poem

"From on High" catching sight in the light of another's eyes, watching the ponderous prattle grow day by day, the #sonder of sounding it all out. Slow-like, all together now. Terror tilled in Job's field, creator worried of what was wrought. #blueskyrelay #poem

me and ering, in our best #mess. #RetroArtPrompt

lain to linger atop wooden cross, #libertine a time, systemic another. #vss365

Saran #poem

I'm in Greece on my honeymoon so no poems this week.

Crown #RetroArtPrompt 1. Crown 2. Line 3. We #Crown #False #Barefoot #Journey #Heart #Decision #Enamoured #Writesky #Poetry #Art #Resist

old age coming up on you like vampirism.

He sits, #enamoured of his #false #crown eyes blind from sun’s shine, watch: Man barely balanced on our hilltop, sand castle coming down. #barefoot we barrel o'er the sides, acrimonious our anger. raging in this dying of the light. #RetroArtPrompt

clown’s #crown, no frowns now. #false fucks too near, wiretapping the pitter patter of antifacist chatter. broken to #barefoot, paraded o'er broken glass till that hill comes into sight. at #journey's edge, hoisted till our #heart beats too too hard; #decision riding on the high. #RetroArtPrompt

#RetroArtPrompt basterd #crown staring down, pigs parade #false terror, Trumpeting o'er gilded glass, beaming as we go #barefoot. put to this #journey joy lessly. #heart beat beating in sun's sour heat. writing on the plaster, alabaster basterds pluck that last bit of time ticking down under-

. lamppost .

A Wall Facing Atlantic Sea #poem #poetry #art #writesky

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acrid, the air under acid shower, flowing from oceans away. cyclical, up and down the water washes these days away. acrid the air, our runoff returned to ruin our cars, chip our paint. more flowing towards. just like that now, the greenhouse we grow up. #poem

endless, the #eventuality. entropy entreating nothing in the #caprice of our hour in the sun. sand castle to the tide. almost done now, might as well ride it out. plasticated mass our malignant remains. marching on endlessly anyway. #vss365 #poem

no hero’s #journey here. not while this fog falls so heavy on US. muck grasping at feet, an itch you can't ditch. #RetroArtPrompt

Basket made of #poem #art #bread 1 kilogram of flour 720 grams of warm water 20 grams of salt 10ish grams of yeast 20 grams of sesame seeds

. Stand firm in difficulties .

mush under #Crown, wound down under #false hope, swampbound as we slog across our american dream. teeth weakened by weekend war rriors. ICE can't RICE that. Farquaad boiling the bog parcel by parcel, boots lost in the muck. marched #barefoot down this plutonian path. #RetroArtPrompt

#Crown bearing down. #False fate festering in the plaster. acetaminophens pacifying away the pain, plurality putrefying in their boots. Acrimonious our anguish. #RetroArtPrompt

Here's Hoping #fall #poem

We-Be electric We-Be electric— muddy murky earth spark watery soil ancient tribal dance #thunderclap kiss song of prayer fire butterfly wing heart of mystery divine voltage darkness born colours bred alive! #freeverse #poetry #arw-raw #poetrycommunity #prompter #blackskyrelay #thunderclap

. la voiture du peintre .

mushmaking #poem #poetry #art

"Donate Today" Asking after a jar of that vitriolic vinegar, vying to mold a maybe martyr to #reinvigorate their hate. #vss365 #poem #resist

#Crown balanced barely, the man mere on "his" hilltop, malignant there. gold burning in, sun shorn into scalp. #RetroArtPrompt

"Shrimp Basket" fence sitting nihilists anni hilate us all, #catastrophe in motion do wn to our oceanic sprawl. A quick fry till there we lie. #vss365 | #catastrophe

Cyclical Sensation #vss365 | #extrusion #poem #writesky #poetrylovers

"Titans Toppled" toe stubbed on that #extrusion round the bend. what they're for, built to crack gainst tables and close corners. crushed under the weight of it all. extruded into surfaces so our kids can glean new ways to cuss and catch a glimpse of humanity in their folks, pain and all. #vss365

A Curse #poem #poetry dedicated to Donald, may his cuffs be tight and cold.