ACTIVITIES

The great hive hums with fevered activity
The hum sounds grinding, driving, constant
These are workers drones, tireless, reliant
They've been designed, chosen for energy
Engaging in all they were designed for
Not unique, they are identical, and still
They are ever in motion, finding joy in being
Given birth in batches, serving with labor
They will always return to assigned paths
Grateful workers finding purpose in tasks
Philosophies of the hive found in every act
Standing like an unmoving stone in a stream
The outside world feels threatened, attacks
The hive is perfectly designed and is ready
Here is an enthroned war queen, seated
She is surrounded by servile attendants
By her elite body guard, violent, vigilant
For they are oath sworn, DNA encoded
These elite hive warriors rise and fight
Worker drones constantly build and act
All areas disconnected and vulnerable
Now brought into union with the hive
This is a walled home, a great fortress
Despite the cadres being divided by task
The hive is one, with rooms and walls
With designed organic created bridges
Within are birth chambers, royal seats
The hive holds a merge of functions
Hive elites, the common, and royal
Never see distinction in purpose
Prepared to fight the persistent threats
Workers and warriors are both utilized
They act in a harmonized resistance 
The hive rises amidst of enemy's land
Not hiding, they announce a presence
Walls, able and designed to withstand
They are prepared by constant action
Workers and warriors always ready
To perform their tasks and find purpose
Of their design codes and factions

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Into Oblivion Again and Again

Born into an abscess, an emptiness, the negative space
Bleeding ink, scream shrieks, reaching for an embrace
The event horizon is yet to be found, but still replaced
Why go forward into oblivion, why retreat not chase
My flight course is stable, into a wrath of being chaste
Even as Icarus I am, I shall never fly this day
But, truly, I surely will fall again

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Worms

This world demands our conformity
In the survival mode we must obey
Some of us possess different gifts
That the world steals and betrays
We are ready, to endure and resist
As if performance in tragic ballet
Our lives are dramatic and persist
All lives lived balanced by tragedy
The end will happen as life changes
To lay in the very cold ground
All the while eaten by worms
While the body falls apart
The spirit flies away

New Poem: Spirals

Rising, this ascension feels so sweet, love
But spiral down, feels worse, it is enough
Enough to crash and then to flail falling
Rising, by the same spiral stairs, as one
With no greater moment to ever be alive
Aroused, then made pure, in glow thrive
Then the rise goes on, in energy of youth
Evidence is living, love is the final proof
What do I do, if I've never had enough
If I did love, and was left emptied
What if my life was a vessel of grace
But I'm bleeding, selfish, I didn't share
Covered in tears, silent screams, despair
If I'm the void, rather an agent of grace
How can I rise again or ever be fair?
If I believe, hope to receive and dare
Aware, my broken hands still pray
Lord they are emptied, so I wait
For any help that spirals down
Never landing, hope is gone
Indescribable, unrealized

NEW Poem Our plague of sorrow, self inflicted

Could we ever hope to become wise, with flaws leading our paths?
Do we perceive we are compliant, in these dreams of future wrath?
In a gray morality, why bother, hunger determines righteousness?
What do we deserve? Shouldn't we pay our costs, even slaughtered?
For what we do to each other and to our planet, needs divine justice
Payments now empty, but costs are lavished, if no hope on an altar
Let us stand as we might otherwise have fallen, no fear amongst us
For we must recognize our choices as having true consequences
Or a full weight of entropy will be poured out upon all legacies

Dreams Of Eternal Youth, Dreams of Innocence: Reprint post

A summer sun, revel and know, you can linger here
As winds blow, refresh in each breath, understanding
In the winter, never grows so cold as to freeze a soul
Elysium never changes, it is the land of eternal youth
If children find happiness here as you take my hand
My love is forever, let us spend an eternity together
Awaken to beauty, find warmth in this summer sun
After our flesh has passed, please let eternity begin
The world was a cage, it limited our intelligence
As temptations of knowing are lost, life is done
We can spend the time, knowing what is good

Victory or Defeat?: Reprint post

There's always been a dual outlook
It is fought between truths and lies
Why do you feel right about life
When you kill, defeat an enemy?
Do you mock those who paid
While you then survived alive
Do those who die in war count?
Is victory worth any life lost?
Why kill, if it is, in fact, wrong
While few are willing volunteers 
So many die without questioning
Still we fight, still we make war
Across the planet Earth it spreads
People choose to die or be prepared
War is feared, warriors are revered
Should we go to war, ever again?
Do you even care? Why do you pause?
Will you stand before the god of war
What cause are you dying for?
Or do you serve only yourself?

Our greatest trait is killing Reprint post

In another day, our efforts might have been worth much more
But in this emptied era, all our anger brings the greater harvest
As we stand and watch, and the machine mind counts the cost
Our labors seen as wanting, we're trained for bestial conquest
For our greatest abilities, our life long goal, war leaves us lost
Do we abandon our society as we try to escape our proclivities
Our greatest ability is to kill, destroy, entertain our worst ways
If we do not change, we'll fall, our own species soon extinct

Bread and Circus, Bloodsport and Fame: Reprint post

In a fecund but foul world, fetid, ravenous, gluttony seen as advantage
Hunger for pleasure, as a starved child viewing a restaurant's offerings
Eager to development ways to consume, ways to celebrate indulgence

A world nearly bursting in numbers but hasn't a fear of over breeding
Ignorant of simple math, the sort where too many consume too much
Humans assume it will all take care of itself, trust me, earth does that

We watch violence, revel in drama, while celebrating blood splatters
The bloodsport allows us to live vicariously in the acts of our heroes
As the participants all die or retire, must find new aims of our leisure

We see how the favorites of the Empire take their seats at the coliseum
We shower them with applause, for they've stolen our heart and minds
And we long to be them for they are celebrated for beauty and power

Rather than live our own lives, we watch reality, indulge a hunger
We selfishly long to live with leisure, pleasures, and prowess
Resolving issues with charm, charisma or violence
Instead we watch or we stoke fires of desire
To find excitement or a false intimacy
And to imagine it is rewarding