Red faced ogre

Red faced ogre

Dripping with sweat; heart pulsating feeling the sudden urge to bring up tea. Standing mischievously, rubbing his dirty hands together moving the spoon closer to the bowl of unmistaken slush. Watching the custard curdle and red angered jellified pudding torturing his senses. Gagging at the thought of letting it salivate on his tongue and the ogre woman smiling innocently while he shovelled it in. Not this time, ogre would be left red faced. Pulling the spoon back like an antiquated catapult he aimed it. “Mummy Dinner is disgusting” As she turned round losing her normal smug smile, covered in jelly.

Orbiting Destruction

Orbiting Destruction

A perfect engineered tactical assault, pin pointed, disturbingly accurate. Key targets mapped out for symmetric precision. Heart and core of the human race ripped from existence. No chance of retaliation. Poetically beautiful, admired in tactical genius, while time stood still waiting for annihilation. Nothing could stop the engulfing blanket of destruction and we knew it was futile. Not even a God or a miracle was allowed time to be alerted. We stood there in defeat, secretly admiring their tenacity and millions of miles from the end; Watching from above ocean burn as we recorded Earth’s demise from our orbiting spacecraft.

In Our Hands

In Our Hands

For every hero there are a thousand tyrants, every starving child there is a plate wasted. We cannot comprehend the inner anguish nor do we know or care enough to help. Every hardship can be a luxury to someone else, while we still struggle with our own demons and life. Some wait for salvation or give up, leaving the control to an outside source, human or God like. We are our saviours and our destroyers. Our actions singly shape the earth as we know it. We cannot change the whole world but by helping another soul we produce the miracle.

Impressum

Texte: John Pallister
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.06.2012

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