All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now.
What cares him for the fate of humanity? He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being.
He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear. Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand.
In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit
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All Hail King Profit
All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now.
What cares him for the fate of humanity? He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being.
He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear. Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand.
In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit
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All Hail King Profit
All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now.
What cares him for the fate of humanity? He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being.
He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear. Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand.
In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit
Misc writing
26 deviations
Oregon 2011
12 deviations
One Autumn Sunset
The wind was just strong enough to let the chill seep into her. and she rubbed her hands over her upper arms.
"Autumn," she said. Her voice was ambivalent, not exactly sad, but not happy, either.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "I thought you loved the fall, and sunset, both."
"I used to," she said, leaning against him. He cooperated by wrapping an arm around her and snugging her close. "That was before...before..."
"It's all right," he said. "You don't have to say it."
She looked up at him. His grey eyes were sincere, not mocking or patronizing her. "But I need to. It's been how long now?"
"Two years," he replied.
"Two years. Two y
He and She
10 deviations
White Morning
Snow fell this morning --
the squirrel who eats my peanuts
scoffed at the whiteness.
The sparrows in the cedar
though, they complained quite loudly.
Tanka and Related
8 deviations
Winter Moonlight
I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
The moonlight was bright, bright, against the snow. It looked untouched where the pale light brushed against it in between the shadows of the pines, they too bearing their load of white frosting. The wind was almost still, just a small tickle against his skin, an icy breath, and the air was growing colder by the hour.
InuYasha stood in the front of the small hut. There was a thick layer on snow on the roof, proof of how little the hunter’s shack had been used lately. He had wondered if the game had all been hunted out in the area when they had arrived here
InuYasha Short Fanfics
48 deviations
This Night
I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
This Night
This night,
as the moments creep by,
he waits sitting by a fire
under the stars, alone,
surrounded by well-wishers.
Someone offers him tea,
and he takes the cup,
turning it slowly in his hands,
then stares into its depths,
its pale green
darkened by the night sky,
like his heart by the waiting,
his ears flattening
as he hears he cry out.
He sips the brew,
lets the bitter liquid
slide over his tongue
not seeing the friends
gathered around him,
but only her eyes,
how they looked
as they pushed him aside,
and the small, frightened smile
Fanfic Poetry
86 deviations
EIMH-R Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi.
The Evil In Men's Hearts
Chapter 4: Found on the Mountain
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Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints!
Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints.
Deep in remote mountains they are found.
These traces no more can be hidden than one's nose, looking heavenward.
Kaku-an, from the Ten Oxherding Pictures
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Past the shrine at the foot of the Mountain of the Great Dogs
EIMH Revised
4 deviations
All Hail King Profit
All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now.
What cares him for the fate of humanity? He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being.
He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear. Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand.
In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit
Poetry non Fanfic
147 deviations
The Violet Place
6 deviations
Nature photos
95 deviations
Manipulated photos
12 deviations
After the End chap 14
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
After the End
Chapter 14 Daylight Nightmares
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I searched in the dark --
you were just beyond my grasp,
but then, morning came.
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Morning sunshine filtered through the trees, scattering light on a mostly forgotten mountain path. A butterfly flitted across the way, investigating a cluster of flowers. The movement did not go unnoticed by the small group of travelers heading up the trail. A soft girls voice broke the silence.
The yellow flowers
called the butterflies to come,
dancing in the light
After the End
14 deviations
Yesterday's Tomorrows ch 6
I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
Yesterdays Tomorrows
Chapter Six - Spinning Thoughts After Dark
In the spring darkness
many things can be hidden
like Sakura blooms,
love can grow, unseen by eye,
or malice send forth its buds.
On the far side of the village, in a large house surrounded by paddies and outbuildings, two people sat in the main room of their house.
As I was saying, Tsuneo one of them, an older woman, said. She was small, and looked to be about fifty. Dressed in a fine kosode with a pattern of blue and white checks, she sat next to a spinning wh
Yesterday's Tomorrows
6 deviations
Evil In Men's Hearts, Chap 31
Disclosure: I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
The Evil In Mens Hearts
Chapter 31: Down the Gardens Twisting Paths
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Wishing to entice the blind,
The Buddha has playfully let words escape his golden mouth;
Heaven and earth are ever since filled with entangling briars.
O my good worthy friends gathered here,
If you desire to listen to the thunderous voice of the Dharma,
Exhaust your words, empty your thoughts,
For then you may come to recognize this One Essence.
Dai-O Kokushi, On Zen
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Evil In Men's Hearts
31 deviations
Calling Up the Words
Words, words, who has the words?
flitting here, flitting there, silver voiced birds.
Get back here! I want to spin you into a thread,
Sound and image, blue green and red,
Heroes and cowards, passion and fate,
true love's first blooming, the conquest of hate -
Words let me find you - don't run away,
Now it's our time to come out and play
Crafting
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reenacting related
1 deviation
Scraps
3 deviations
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All Hail King Profit by knittingknots, literature
All Hail King Profit
All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now.
What cares him for the fate of humanity? He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being.
He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear. Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand.
In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit
Pounding the nails
deeper and deeper,
every word of hate
done in his name,
every act of exclusion,
every lie told
to make the smugness feel good,
every act of violence against
the weak, the poor, the other,
every chance mercy
is abrogated.
How they crucify him again
as they scream
like the crowds did
at his trial
rejecting
the truths he told them.
Lord, have mercy,
for we have no mercy of our own.
Rumination On a Long History by knittingknots, literature
Rumination On a Long History
Perhaps it is
that we prefer the overlord's hand,
the feudal structure,
the noble telling us what to do,
taking his toll
from out sweat and blood,
while we weave myths
justifying this
as blessed by Heaven.
Over and over again
we weave this pattern,
bearing our burdens
until the toll they take
is just too heavy,
and things explode
or someone from the overlord's ranks
breaks trust with the myth
and tries a new thing
that always,
in the end
reverts to the old patterns.
Lather,
rinse,
repeat,
lathered in our own grief,
rinsed in our own tears,
but still,
but still,
we return
to repeat.
Can we learn a new thing?
Can we teach this old dog a new
Farewell,
all you golden ideas
from the Enlightenment,
concepts from the Renaissance,
logic
and light,
science and
the worth of the human.
We never fully believed in you,
and in our reaching,
our greed and grasping,
we have overstepped
and now,
with the dark clouds hanging over all,
rising seas
and storms
we seem to prefer
the old ways better -
the tribe,
the myth,
and the plunge into intentioned hatred
in the name of
purity,
no matter what the outcome.
O beautiful for tear gas clouds,
for helmeted police,
for flash bang lights,
and armored cars
and smoke to keep the peace,
Amerika, Amerika,
King Profit bids you grace,
Make money for the elite, please,
or we'll beat you in the face.
King Profit's in his holy Temple
(branch offices in banks and stock exchanges world wide)
let all the rich count income before him
count income
(from stock, bonds, dividends, options, derivatives, bonuses)
count income
(from exploiting workers, lobbying for unfair rules, getting sweetheart deals from communities, breaking environmental laws)
count income
(from paying as little taxes, finding tax havens and putting as little back into the community as possible)
count income before him.
If you set
your world aflame
do not be surprised
if the heat
burns you
do not be surprised
at the sparks
cascading
at the smoke rising up
in an angry column
do not act shocked
when you walk across
a charred landscape
or complain
at the blackened earth,
the ruined hillside
the landslides
the destruction.
Oh you flame bearers,
it doesn't matter
why you set the fire,
why you fanned the situation
until it burst into a conflagration,
God,
justice,
morality,
greed,
hate,
when the flames rage out of control,
even you
will feel the heat.
Words, words, who has the words?
flitting here, flitting there, silver voiced birds.
Get back here! I want to spin you into a thread,
Sound and image, blue green and red,
Heroes and cowards, passion and fate,
true love's first blooming, the conquest of hate -
Words let me find you - don't run away,
Now it's our time to come out and play
When our grandchildren
prostate from heat
and thirst
and hunger
sift through
the bombed out
burned out
toxic sludge
of our remains,
scramble for the crumbs of our waste
and profligate squandering,
what tales
will our children give them?
Will they talk about
about how we used
fear and greed
to create
our own modern tower of Babel,
and will they curse our name,
curse our ghosts
flittering
across a ruined land,
the new demons
of our great-grandchildren's nightmares?