After the bombs, the riots, the protests, and all the rest of the excitement finally subside, all that will remain will be rats, roaches, and ruin. That, and those winos on the corner. Still trying to scrape together enough for a bottle – even though the liquor stores’s gone. When the shakes from detox subsideContinue reading “A New World Will Rise”
Tag Archives: apocalypse
if it’s not better, it’s not the end
This is not the end because it’s not better. Do not allow yourself to become gripped by the cold hand of panic we can assure you this horror show will not sustain. No worries or fear that this landslide of depravity and pestering, supercilious silliness will be the be all and end all of allContinue reading “if it’s not better, it’s not the end”
the unavoidable allure of brutality
I wish I had a throat to slit or a house to rob or a man to steal of life it all seems so much simpler with some goal to achieve a man to kill, or a quary to gain my heart, it goes to those with real purpose a true end for those peopleContinue reading “the unavoidable allure of brutality”
legend
pound your fists like an animal watch and see, lowly worm who will survive, you or I when the world falls down I long for a time when the wager is set when blood and sand are equal in worth when life and dollar rest even when this whole game gets real and when weContinue reading “legend”
the world I know
I have awoken to a world of shit am I, myself, less than I believe myself to be am I, simply left unkempt, a lowly and dumb beast am I, left unchecked and unattached, another fuck what am I another great lover, left free to float and fornicate and fritter away my adult life orContinue reading “the world I know”
grand finally
it dismays me to no limit the lengths and depths at which the glitz and glamour grows to provide pleasant distraction while our humanity ebbs away what dismays me even more are the lengths we will go to participate the depths to which we will sink I begin to fear that our end will notContinue reading “grand finally”
the wandering
I look around and all I see is bold hypocrisy never knowing truly what I’ve found I wander through this wasteland full of new atrocity and question why my wrists are tightly bound the hunters hunt the hunted and the killers kill the killed the hunter and the killer, I am not the mind isContinue reading “the wandering”
Echo
Once there was a girl with a most amazing voice. When she was a child, she would hum to herself in her family’s garden and instantly flowers would bloom around her. She would soothe lullabies to her younger brother at night and he would sleep the most peaceful sleeps, dreaming the most wonderful dreams. Yes,Continue reading “Echo”
bernard barnes . artist . writer 