Today I was a Fire Man

The Green Zones are seething Cesspools of anger. Ten days a week, Night and Day, giant turbine fans blow the Radioactive Poison in the Sky away from their View. They don't Care it's still in the Air, just so long as they can't See it. But even the Fans aren't Enough now. What we Must see every day in the Dead Zone now they must Too. The Finger-pointing and Blaming and Backbiting has exploded as the Green Zoners Scramble to maintain their denial. I would find it Hilarious were it not so Tragic.

The most Heinous and Vile Voices have risen up to take Advantage of the outrage. They make Impossible Promises to the willingly Gullible and the outright Deceivers. Love is all but Dead. Children Mindlessly repeat baseless mantras taught as Fact, delighting in Taunting any Peer who speaks a Truth that betrays our Doomed future. In the Green Zones, they Worry more about their poor Feelings being Offended than Nature herself. Make someone Cry with reality and you're a Bad Person. Make someone Sing with a Falsehood and you're called Good. But they all walk on Eggshells because the truth is Known already.

And in my Rage I decided to help them.

Mountains of poisonous Debris are shoved into the Dead Zones each and every day without exception. The Toxic items are made in the same Factories that have permanently Darkened our skies. So in my sense of Irony, I decided to send them Back into the air with heaping Flames of Deadly black smoke. I Sang a Wicked song as I poured Accelerant down one aisle and then merrily the next. I Screamed to the heavens as I lit the Blaze, "If you want Poison so Badly, here it is!" I watched in Perverse satisfaction as the Inky black billows infested the Sky I had for so long Fought to keep clean.

No one came to Arrest me. No one even came to Investigate. No one even bothered to Put Out the fire. They could Not. Because that would mean Admitting there's a Problem in the first place. This must be how the Power Lords feel when they Get Away with their daylight Sins. It's true you're Either part of the problem or part of the Solution - and burning the chemicals in the Landfill is certainly no solution. But I'm so Mixed Up and Confounded it seemed like an Answer at the time. I Pray for the end of this World.

One Billion Dead

Even in the Green Zone the Smoke is choking them

Power Lord cheers on the nightmare: "All is well!"

I can smell the Smoke from here, a Burning Hell from over the horizon, swallowing up Hope with every passing second. Evil has been Unleashed - and the Power Lords call it salvation. One billion Dead, and counting. You can hear the Message everywhere in the Green Zone: "The Dead Zoners are Coming! The Dead Zoners are Coming! They're going to Take EVERYTHING unless we stop them!" Day and Night the message plays over and over on all Communication channels, whipping up a relentless Fury. First, they Pollute their minds, then they pollute the Atmosphere with smoke of a Thousand Fires.

Even as the Green Zoners burn us alive here in the Dead Zone, you can hear Calls for so-called Prayers for our welfare. The Monsters! Maybe I should Not Lament our self-annihilation after all. Nature will speak as always with Perfect Harmony. It is we who Violate that harmony - and how can we not pay a Penalty? The suffering is beyond Comprehension. Only in small Doses can I take in the grief of what's happening. Having already ruined one planet, how can we ask Clemency for Ruining another? I am Torn, asking the Universe to be both Merciful and merciless with us. No greater power Need save us: we're the only ones Here.

I have seen the Tears roll down soot covered Faces devastated with Staggering disbelief and Unspeakable horror. The Green Zoners think (or Claim to think) they are saving their Future by destroying lives. Despite all the Signs I've written about, I have always hoped Against hope that we'd turn towards the Light, that we'd claim the Treasure of life that we are Promised. But comes a time when we reach a point of No Return. If we are not there yet, then we are Dangerously close. Green Zoners will tolerate any Atrocity they Deceive themselves will make them Safe from their Sins. Who can Pity their Fate?

Former Wars are just as Fatal

We don't have Wars anymore. Because they Never Stop, and the Reason for them is Forgotten, and Victory is not even Definable, our Shame in continuing them must now be Buried. We call them Pacifications, or Freedom Fighting, or even Former Wars. The Weight of Guilt burdens our souls with increasing Distress. So we Renamed our Sins to be endeavors of Good and suddenly we are Righteous once more, sanctified by our glorious Fig Leaf to give us cover. Cover from Whom, I wonder. It is only Ourselves we can deceive.

They recruit the Lonely, the Loveless, and the Forlorn to do the Dirty Work, feeding them a Compost of lies that they are Preserving the good. These Noble Missions give purpose to the Purposeless, filling the Void our world creates with our Jobs of rape and destruction. We are Craving something Real but are Blocked by our Greed. Our Wars are nothing more than a Mad Scramble to gobble up the remaining resources until they are gone. Are we really so Determined to be the Laughingstock of the Universe, a Dead Planet to mark us for all eternity as Fools too stupid to Live?

The Power Lords actually think they are Clever in their Wickedness. They see the Soulless Soldiers return from battle with their Minds Ripped in two who then turn the Gun on their own Heads. These Monsters Praise the soldiers' efforts with their Lips but despise them Behind closed doors. But they refuse to see their Power is Poison, that they Ingest their own Death. They are Freaks of Futility who Hide themselves away thinking their Power Poison makes them Safe. Only at the point of death do they realize their Self-Betrayal.

I'm all Alone now

No one Knows of me. My thoughts are my Own, I never Share. I notice no one else is either. Part of it is the Politicizers, perpetually Seeking to turn even the most Innocent of comments into Heresy, ripping you to Shreds without Hesitation or Compunction. And Part of is the times we live in. I miss everyone.


I've become a Cheat and a Swindler and a Scoundrel to remain alive. But in doing this I Died. No one Condemns me for this. Anyone who Sees you Walking around just Assumes you're a cheat and swindler too. The Power Lords publicly condemn the savagery of our world while privately Fostering the chaos and greed. I wish to Speak of my Sins but to whom can I Confess? None have Ears - it's too Dangerous. So I stagger along, writing this for no one. Very little of Me remains. I can't even look back at what I've Written before. It would only make me Realize my Loss of life.

Where is the Point? I die to Live and live to Die. The mad Scramble to consume the Last of the resources has Overtaken us. We Hate what we've become. Daily Treason assaults the mind, leaving you feeling there's Nowhere to turn: Imprisoned for life. Stranger avoids Stranger on the road; kill first before you're Killed. One must be a Crook to survive in the Green Zones or a Killer here in the Outlands. I want to scream to the heavens but Heaven has no Door.

Something Has Happened

Something has happened. To Me. To the World. To Time itself. Something reached the Point of No Return. It was Imperceptible in its event but you can feel the Aftermath. The Blackening has spread too far, too wide to ever be put back to the way things were. We kept Getting Used to less, and then Less again, always saying to ourselves, "Someday...". But that Day never comes.

I can see now it will be Night forever.

Great Panic is gripping hearts in fear, Choking us from speaking. What's left of the Press dare not speak truly of our Dire demise lest they be destroyed completely. At First, reporters dug for truth relentlessly, thinking they were serving a Purpose and helping bring Salvation. But we have been proven Untrustworthy. The People are the Enemy of the people. Hysterical scapegoating, Screaming confrontations, Wild-Eyed denial have reached a fever pitch, all signs of our Rot and Decay. No, never Admit the bad things happening - because it's the admittance that makes them be.

This is how terror comes to Rule: too many people Force death to come before they'll admit they're on the Wrong path.

I can see what the Difference is: hope. Suddenly Seems insane that I ever had hope but now that it's gone it's World Turning. Just Sink into the black and let it be. The Power Lords become more Vicious every day in desperate Bid to keep their place. Fearing Dissent over all else, they actually increase their Worship of cruelty in hopes of frightening their victims into Silence. Even as we openly Repeat the mistakes of the Past, our Stubbornness remains firm. Light must be crushed, our Misdeeds both Committed and Planned are too Numerous to be seen.

Last of the Wind Riders is dead

Never have I felt such Sorrow. My Life Force is drained. I see not the Point of taking another breath. For what is there to Fight for? I stagger along, Numb and Dazed. Dear reader, if these words ever come to light, Pray your planet never reaches such a point. A darkness has Descended over our world. We stand abandoned in the Universe. I cannot bear the Shame of what we've done. I'm ready to find a rock, sit down, and Die. I've just been Kidding myself, a member of the walking dead after all. I always knew this Day would come, I just couldn't face it.

In the Green Zones they are celebrating - even if it does mean their own death. The Wind Riders flew over us, pointing out the dangers they saw below and the dangers they saw coming. The Power Lords bristled at the Riders' words. Reverence for the Riders undermined their base. They Twisted and Perverted the deeds of the Riders, declaring them enemies, that it is not doing evil that is Wrong, but to have it pointed out is Wrong. They stoked their followers to a Fever pitch, blaming the Riders for the Ills in their lives. Oh, the Lords are crafty in their Deceit, bemoaning every Rider murdered while stoking the Flames against them. There is no way Forward with treachery like that.

I see the Green Zoners sitting on comfortable cushions with earnest eyes closed, praying to the gods of Selfishness so they their Way of life may continue unabated. Anyone or anything that Opposes their comfort is declared evil. When the Wind Riders warned of the deforestation that led to the first Dead Zone, their days were Numbered. I see that now all too Clearly. The 'Holy People' put a contract out on them then called it the will of God. But the words of the Riders were my last Link to hope. As long as Truth is being expressed we still have a Chance. No one is left to Challenge the liars as they grow Conceited and openly Push people around.

I'm ready to take my Rest, and let Nature take her revenge.

Days of Rain and Laughter

Days of Rain and Laughter

Where the Beginning

Is as good as After

That's a part of a Poem I wrote long ago, in the before times: before the we lost the sun behind eternal Brown Clouds, before we ramped up the War Machine as in the Old World, before we became Two instead of One. These phrases have been long forgotten to me, as if washed down a Stream. It's unpleasant to think of what we've Lost. But I overheard some Green Zones kids laughing in the Face of love. I knew just from the Sound of their voices they had never put foot in a Dead Zone, their faith in their ignorance Unshakable. I instantly hated them, of course, but then I Remembered the poetry from my youth. It's simply too horrible to believe there's no Future.

Every face a Living smile

While our Cares are few

We love our Reckless style

But we have Precedence. We've Destroyed futures before with No Way Out. Coming to this Outpost was a thousand to one chance and six thousand years ago we Vowed we had learned our lesson. No more lucky strikes after this. We thought our success in getting a Second Chance was the hand of Destiny. We still repeat that Mantra to this day. And Feeling it's our destiny to survive we've then done nothing to Ensure it. It's like Jumping from a plane without a parachute, thinking why bother when you're Untouchable. Nature has no Mercy for fools.

Beware these seeds we're sowing!

We may not live carefree

Once we see what we've been growing

There is a great secret among us No One is allowed to speak or even give a Hint to. To allude to it in any way is like setting off a Bomb. It flips a Hidden Switch inside us, removing our Masks, unleashing Murderous savagery without thought, reason or Compunction. In other words, to Breathe is suicide. But every day it gets Harder to deny this secret. A consciousness hurls ever forward, unable to Unknow what's known. We sense that clock Ticking, hounding us, and to one day catch us, the Game over. But I will say it Now - easy for a doomed man to do. Despite our praise, and myths, and justice professed to be loved, we never did Repent.