Territorial

tumblr_mn1xacvvNn1rnrss4o1_500Move hastily any and all who dare

Swim in the deeper darker waters

To leave no trace and make no sound

Guarantees not your safe passage

 

Arrogance and egotism splash wildly

As retribution breathes deep far below

A silent yet stealthy killing machine

Firmly dialed into it’s predatory pattern

 

Make no mistake regarding who belongs

This possessor of such powerful elegance

Perilous adjudicator of unpredictable force

Shall enforce it’s rule swiftly and silently

 

Return to the land from where you began

Not so long ago as to know timeless survival

Look upon these scars earned throughout aeons

An infinity of war stories told upon leathery skin 

 

The safety brought about by man’s sheer ignorance

Does not exist beyond the buoys of private beaches

 I warn you to speedily make your way to shore

Or realize the metallic taste of territorial justice

What we have become…..

This was written for my site some time ago, and sadly it rings true once again. Normally I hope people will relate to my words. In this case, I wish that no one relates to this situation, but sadly I realize that too many do. If you are one of the lucky ones mentioned, I only ask you to never take your good fortune for granted.

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  Anger, resentment, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of futility. These emotions cannot be denied in my present reality. However,I am most assuredly not alone in my plight. This sentiment is made abundantly clear  to me by the emphatic voices of my peers and colleagues.  Friends and foes alike cry out at the injustices being served by the ruthless perpetuity that defines the corporate machine.

  We have been reduced to nothing more than numbers. Barcodes to be more precise. To the ones who control the things that affect us most we are really nothing more than a series of seemingly random lines varying in thickness representing some impersonal numerical code. The human factor no longer exists when things are examined from this perspective. We are not even a tiny spoke in the great big wheel, but rather miniscule grains of sand being driven further into the ground as that wheel of progress rolls onward, and…

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Set Sail

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A vast ocean of possibilities await

When the time comes to raise anchor

Decisions are not made by happenstance

But by the need to test the hand of fate

 

Not of any Admirals Naval campaign

More likely to sail under skull and bones

Take only what I need, but take nonetheless

Leaving behind no trace and no bloody stain

 

What’s yours is yours, until it’s mine

 I shall put any and all good fortune to use

My knowledge gained from your experience

This is what I steal under a full moons shine