Walttriznastories's Blog

political hackers
bending laws
exploiting flaws
words twisted 
into new codes
that mold lies and fears
into for-profit-ventures
like televangelists’ sermons
funding carnal pleasures
with nonredeemable promises

after being robbed
a fool was asked by a man
on the street for alms
his empty purse was given
turns out the man was the thief
purse sold for a fine profit

that’s the old folks’ porch
they would sit and reminisce
’bout their youth love and
lifelong friends who’ve passed away
i’ve saved you a seat let’s talk

war’s shallow adages
fill political discourse
the real question is 
how do you politely talk
about cold blooded murder

Which books/covers/authors intrigue you? Which have you read? Disliked? Enjoyed?

1. The Escape Orbit (variant title: Open Prison), James White (1964)

From the back cover: “STRANDED ON A PLANET OF MONSTERS. When the survivors of the his starship were taken prisoner by the insec-creatures against whom Earth had fought a bitter war for nearly a century, Sector Marshal Warren expected to be impounded in a prison camp like those the Earthmen maintained. But the “Bugs” had a simpler method of dealing with prisoners–they dumped them on an uninhabited planet, without weapons or tools, and left them to fend for themselves against the planet’s environment and strange monsters. A “Bug” spaceship orbited above, guarding them.

such small devilish things
like ticks on a camel’s back
clinging and swinging
no matter where i might go
there’s what-to-do reminders
and i swear they’ve been breeding

there’ll be no long prayers
barely time to toss ashes
into the night’s wind
there are no burial spaces
just missile and bomb craters
unfit for even the dead

i’ve become
more
depressed
lately
by
the
way that ignorance
has
enveloped
the
world around me
my
delusions
of
freedom
have
been
replaced
with such a deep
remorse
for
believing
and
dreaming
that
life
could be
as
promised
they
were always
eggshell hopes
but
gradient moments
of
freedom
kept
the fantasy
alive
but now
as
death
becomes
the main course
of
my future
i’ve
reconsidered
my insanity
as
a bit
of
self-hypnosis
brought on
by
societal spin
which
is
neither
here
nor
there
just
a side reference
for
my
note

what shall we place
on
america’s gravestone
here lies
a nation
aborted
by
its greed
and
intolerance
of
its
own history
or
an unborn promise
made
with its fingers crossed
concealed
behind
a back of hate
and
prejudice
all
the while
scripting words
constituting
a justification
for
continuation
of
an oligarchy
but
with
more than
one
king
a feudal state
with
all the trappings
of
the middle ages

the skin looked perfect
but as the peel was removed
decay was revealed
rotting flesh of racism
and a history of hate