The Irony of Clocks

14 Monday Jul 2025

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The clock on the wall bears a ravenous grin,
Devouring blueprints as hours decay.
I chase after minutes that never begin,
While yesterday’s certainties quietly fray.

I built a cathedral of “someday” and “soon,”
Its spires of hope now crumbling with rust.
I watched as the morning surrendered to noon,
While faith in tomorrow dissolved into dust.

The sun makes its rounds, so patient and sly,
It circles my efforts, then slips out of sight.
I run just to witness the years passing by,
A spectacle mocked by the gathering night.

I scribble my future on half-finished lists,
The ink running dry before wishes take hold.
Each moment I grasp seems to curl into mist,
A footnote consigned to the ruin of mold.

The laughter of youth echoes faint in the hall,
While wisdom arrives with a sigh and a yawn.
I measure my life by the silence that falls,
Not the anthems of hope that greeted each dawn.

Now home calls me back with an ache of desire,
A chair by the hearth, where old pleasures dwell.
But beyond the gate, the iron bell’s hollow knell
Reminds me that endings are all we acquire.

So here’s to the hours we fritter and waste,
To the race with the sun, to the last breath we chase.
The joke is on us, in our desperate haste—
Time smirks at the finish, unmoved by the race.

When the final tick falters and the darkness has grown,
I’ll search for lost time in regret’s thin disguise.
For all that I missed in the rush to atone
Was waiting at home, in the warmth of goodbyes.

Cradled by the Machine

13 Sunday Jul 2025

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We chase tomorrow, haunted by the night,
Yet all we seek is forged within this breath.
The meaning of life ignites through quiet fight,
Here, in the present, between birth and death.

We built our godly towers, piercing the sky,
Yet lost ourselves within their cobweb of steel.
The higher we ascended, the more we’d deny
The quiet truths that only ancient Earth reveals.

The Promethean ape, who tempted fire’s awe,
Now bows to screens and algorithms’ law.
With every new invention, walls surround—
He names it progress, while Eden is unwound.

The system feeds us, cradle to the grave,
With rules and comforts, safety’s cold embrace.
Yet deep within, a need for what the soul craves—
A bond with earth’s breath, the wind’s soft trace.

Our leaders claim we’re freer than before,
With rights and freedoms inked to long remain.
Yet liberty is traded, sold on the market floor,
And dignity fades in the auctioneer’s cold refrain.

Autonomy, a relic, gently mocked—
A word for poets, rebels, or the mad.
We’re told we have agency, but every door is locked,
And every choice is one we never truly had.

We seek fulfillment in the things we buy,
And chase the status others say we need.
Yet find we’re starving, no matter what we try—
A hunger no possession can ever feed.

So if the world should break, as all things must,
Will ashes teach us what the wild once meant?
Or will we, craving order, rise from dust
To cage ourselves anew in fresh lament?

So let us toast the age our hands have made—
The perfect cage, designed with love and pride.
We’ll celebrate the progress we betrayed,
And raise our glasses as the wild is crucified.

Ashes and Glass

12 Saturday Jul 2025

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Once we revered fire, our faithful friend,
A spark to warm, a beacon through the night—
Now flames descend, and cities meet their end,
Our love for fire consumed in blinding light.

Steel towers shudder, glass melts into bone,
The sky is bruised by thunder’s iron psalm.
We built our sanctuaries, sins to atone,
But faithless walls dissolved before the storm.

A president’s hand shakes, clutching the code,
His prayers dissolve in radioactive rain.
The righteous and the ragged share the road,
All equal now in hunger, loss, and pain.

The corn stood burning in the Kansas fields,
Where missiles rose like prayers to vengeful gods,
And all our science, all our mighty shields
Became the very lightning-bearing rods.

The wheel of fortune turned its final round,
July’s sun scorched as winter’s shadow fell,
And in the cinders, some survivors found
That hope still walked from fires none could quell.

A lone soul drifts through ruins, swathed in ash,
Guarding embers against the bitter night.
She dreams of dawn beyond the poison’s flash—
Hope kindles on, defying blight’s cold bite.

Yet from the silence, laughter cracks the gloom—
A jest of fate, as weeds reclaim man’s throne.
The architects of progress meet their doom,
While children play with relics of rubble and bone.

And so we sift the ruins for a sign—
A clock that ticks, a memory out of place.
As we implore answers from a vacant sky,
Fate stares back from a mirror’s fractured face.

March of the Willfully Blind

11 Friday Jul 2025

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Beneath their banners, garish and bold, they march in ordered lines,
Their shepherds stumble—falsehoods sold as wisdom’s grand designs.
One goat, misled, will break away and shun the hand once known—
Yet humans, trained to avert their gaze, make every lie their own.

The flock is praised for blind loyalty, for silence tightly kept,
While questions—branded mutiny—are banished, swiftly swept.
Each blunder, crowned as “lesson learned,” ascends to sacred law,
Every warning, once discerned, is drowned out by rapt applause.

The wolves wear suits and speak in codes, their errors redefined,
While those who see the twisted roads are labeled as maligned.
The herd applauds the empty speech, the slogans, and the show,
For comfort lies in what they preach, not in the truths we know.

The animals, with wiser hearts, refuse a second fall,
But humans, bound to scripted parts, will heed the tyrant’s call.
Obedience, a velvet chain, is fastened to the mind,
And those who fight to break the links are left to lead the blind.

The shepherd’s staff is passed along, from fool to greater fool,
And every time the path goes wrong, they praise the broken rule.
The goats would turn and walk away, but people form a line,
To follow where the lost ones stray, dismissing every danger sign.

So let us write with tongues of fire, and let our verses sting,
Expose the lies that men admire, the puppets on a string.
For in the mirror, if we dare, the stark truth will appear:
The emperor stands naked now—his folly plain and clear.

Let language be our barricade, our protest and our plea,
Against the games of masquerade, the cult of apathy.
For only those who break the spell, and question what they’re shown,
Can lift the veil the world has sewn, and see with eyes their own.

A Knot of Plenty

10 Thursday Jul 2025

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In the kingdom of surplus, milk and honey drown the land,
Yet children curl in backseats, mothers bargain with the night;
Towers of opulence glitter, unmoved by an outstretched hand,
As millions fade into silence, erased by prosperity’s might.

A father barters hope for the graveyard shift,
His children’s laughter mortgaged for an hour’s sleep;
Triumph is clinging to one child as dreams drift—
Signed in silence, a contract only poverty keeps.

We marvel at gadgets, screen-lit faces aglow,
Cell phones in every palm, but futures already gone;
The blue shimmer of progress, a comfort so shallow,
While rent devours bread, and the darkness drags on.

Landlords reap double where the desperate sleep,
Slumlords flourish as justice averts its gaze;
A lease inked in hardship, a promise they never keep,
Eviction’s cold verdict, the market’s cruel praise.

At dawn in Appalachia, a girl hugs her knees for heat,
Her breath ghosts the air, lips cracked and turning blue;
She knots a fraying shoelace, no crumbs left to eat,
And dreams of a warm home, a world she never knew.

Pleas for fair treatment drowned in the factory’s roar;
Unions dismantled, wages vanish in thin air;
We bankroll the giants, trembling at their door,
And cheer the same systems grinding us into despair.

The poor pay more for everything they need—
A fee for their hunger, a toll for their pain;
Bankers and lenders in a carnival of greed,
Siphon hope from the many, enriching their reign.

Shame is a currency, minted by the state,
A welfare office, a cold bureaucrat’s glare;
The indigent made invisible, erased by debate,
Cast out from all nations, unwelcomed everywhere.

Liberty’s pulse flickers in the chill of profit’s chain,
Justice auctions virtue to the highest cutthroat bid;
The privileged weld their ramparts from dividends and disdain,
And bury the poor’s last gasp beneath progress’s gilded lid.

And so, in this empire of abundance and want,
We wonder at poverty’s stubborn, knotted root—
Not a flaw, but a feature, a shadow that haunts:
Some throats choked silent, so others can feast on fruit.

Banquet of Shadows

09 Wednesday Jul 2025

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They raised their spires on self-serving lies,
Stole rivers and felled forests for their gain.
Each stone entombed the silence of what dies,
While restless roots below prepared to reclaim.

I drifted through the avenues of ash and dust,
Where shadows gathered in the cracks of time.
Bronze faces wept beneath a burnished crust,
And distant chimes confessed the city’s crime.

They wrote their stories in the blood of kings,
Convinced their iron edicts would never bend.
Yet rot endures, and darkness softly clings
To every golden era’s bitter end.

I learned to smile beneath a falling sky,
To raise a glass where empires fade to dust.
We danced on graves, our laughter cracked and wry,
As man’s folly decayed to regret and rust.

A thousand ghostly voices whisper in night’s gust—
Confessions, sins, and secrets no daylight could unfold.
We trade our innocence and lives for brittle trust,
And find the future tarnished, spent, and cold.

Fires flicker in forsaken halls,
Where paintings fade to shadows on the wall.
The banquet’s over; velvet silence falls—
A requiem for dreams too faint to recall.

But in the mirror, shadows twist and grin,
Reminding me the fault was always mine.
We built these walls to cage the dark within,
And crowned it progress—an elegant decline.

So let the ruins sing their lullaby,
A dirge for all the empires we became.
We sift through ashes, searching for why—
And find our shadows reveling in the flame.

Scorched Aperture

08 Tuesday Jul 2025

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Beneath a wilting elder’s shade I sit,
Camera in hand, I watch the flowers sigh.
The sun, once gentle, now hell’s furnace lit
With fossil-fueled laughter, scorching the sky.

A butterfly—its wings stained-glass despair—
Hovers, bewildered, on a leaf half-charred.
I frame the moment, knowing none will care;
No photograph redeems a world so scarred.

They gather, suit-clad, in their air-cooled halls,
Debating if Earth’s fever is truly dire.
Outside, the grass withers, the sparrow calls,
While truth and glaciers quietly expire.

I click, I sweat, I watch the garden plead,
While those in power cast shades of doubt.
The irony: we water roots of greed
With flames we fan, yet never put out.

We trade the tree of life for fleeting gain,
Composing elegies as profits call.
Each year engraved with ghosts we can’t reclaim,
We archive beauty, framing our own downfall.

Elegy for the Last Epoch

07 Monday Jul 2025

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The final fires flicker on the bones
Of cities consumed by the creeping mold.
Silent skyscrapers, stripped of flesh and phones,
Stand sentinels to stories left untold.

Forests reclaim the fractured, fallen roads,
Roots writhing through the relics of regret.
No hands remain to hoard or bear the loads—
The debt of hubris nature won’t forget.

Irony’s icy laughter licks the land,
For every engine’s cough ebbs away.
Blueprints and banners, buried in the sand,
Are artifacts for no tongue left to say.

Pale plastic petals drift in poisoned streams,
A mockery of where gardens once bloomed.
The sun sets softly on abandoned dreams,
Casting long shadows over hopes entombed.

No children chase silhouettes in the street;
Only echoes of mankind’s hope or hate.
Extinction’s elegy is cold, complete—
A planet draped in dusk, resigned to fate.

Yet in the rubble, stubborn shoots ascend,
Green tendrils threading through the ashen shade.
A sly, frail smile—life’s answer to the end—
Flourishing boldly where despair was made.

Now, only heat and gale inscribe the tale,
Their fury carved in shifting sand and waves.
The world, unburdened, breathes a barren exhale—
Freed from the species it once sheltered and saved.

Empire of Ghosts

06 Sunday Jul 2025

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We mapped the stars with trembling, ink-stained hands,
Convinced the earth would bow beneath our claim.
We carved our names on granite and drifting sands,
And raised proud cities, certain of their fame.

We crowned ourselves the autocrats of the age,
Declared all life our servant and our stage.
We subdued the rivers, caged the restless breeze,
And turned wild forests into memories.

Yet every triumph bore a hidden cost—
The birchwoods gone, the ancient rivers lost.
Now, in the ruins, silent willows weep
For worlds we vanquished—ours alone to keep,
Blind to the graves we sowed beneath our feet.