It’s almost a guarantee that if you speak about the unspeakable, that you are in fact thinking in terms of plain speech. The speech that is not covered with hidden vocabulary and pillows to help bruised egos. It’s the type of talk that is filled with anger. This is the type of anger that borderlines pure insanity and wishes nothing but contempt to what was just seen. It is hard to come to the realization that you saw this evil thing. This evil act of aggression in the name of religion and power but are both the same? Could it be by the one wielding such methods of control but the same results in this case. This case of murder. Unapologetic death.
You look at history and see the near genocide of the Native Americans in North, Central, and South Americas. You see the Trans-Atlantic slave…
I think everyone noticed by now that I am doing the poetry corner every other week; 2 editions per month. The reason for this is because other projects are taking up a lot of my time. I am currently writing for:
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Today I will feature a sort of poem from my science fiction book called Astronomical. It is a space adventure but with an anti-utopian theme. I don’t want to give most away but I will put some of the story in to so you can get the context of it. Please decipher what you read and leave a comment please. I am really curious to what you guys think of it. Well let’s get to it…
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*Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Astronomical
Colonel Harrison walked out. He closed the door behind him and wondered about his mission. He strolled down the corridor and read up on the other crew members. He smiled inwardly. He couldn’t get the thoughts of war out of his mind or the talks of vengeance and death. Nexus Jor seemed so foreign to him, like a distant relative calling out of the blue or a new flavor of ice cream from a candy stand; it was just not normal. He realized such thoughts were not for a soldier to have, especially an honored officer of the Space Core. He pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and hopefully they would be forgotten.
But what was never forgotten was the song that he had heard during basic training. The same damn song that played at night and all night. All night long it echoed off of the blank walls, the two way windows and the marble blue floor. It endorsed the duty of men or so it was told to him by his commanding sergeant. Those speakers kept the words humming. Those speakers were more determined to condition good officers, more so than the human element. You see, machines never question orders but humans have the potential to, which made them more fragile. The words were smoothing once he was older, more seasoned and of course more loyal to the Core…..