Book I: Man

Chapter 1: The Celtic Inspiration

 

Like the bagpipes of Ireland

Or the flutes of Scotland

A rebel’s tune, to the marching choirs

A battle hymn for a republic.

 

There, in the simple villages,

In the grassy knolls

And water fed heaths,

There, o’ the weights of balance

Did the copper get weighed.

 

Chapter 2: The Sun Barges

 

There, the sun barges flew

Which man has yet forgotten.

The Sequoias grew strong

And men roamed free.

O’ the waters ran clear

And the grass grew tall.

The wheat in the field

Rolled with the endless knolls

Of blue skies.

 

My dream is like this:

The horses were drawn by carriages

And the flying ships

Traversed the stars.

Gold shillings and copper

Nickle and precious stones

The rolling hills of cotton and wheat

And the jade grass underneath our feet.

 

Our rockets were pulled by the suns

Of a trillion stars

And a field, and a cobbler

And a banker, and a store for games.

We mine the ores of the moons.

No television, no phones

No wires.

 

Chapter 3: A Frontier of Free Men

 

A frontier of men free

To till the fields and make the pastures.

Across the clouds flew the barges

Several miles wide

With towns of beach wood

And no tall towers.

The animals roaming,

And vast expanses of wildlife.

Music, and art and every form of discipline

Practiced, and all men being masters of their trade.

 

The local cobbler sold his ten shoes a month

And fed his family with the outlying foods

Which traversed his skies.

The local librarian tended to her books

And the medical nurse did practice her trade.

The men and women were fed

The children happy

Playing with their toys

Which were sculpted by the local sculptor

Of silicon; to which he made the most resplendent toys.

 

Men slept on their hammocks, and sailed the endless skies.

The churches were filled with their local congregations

As the hills rolled with the wheat

Amber, in the replenishing rains.

The houses with their electricity

And plumbing, and aqueducts

And their farms atop the oceans

On floating nets, filled with soil

Tilled by men whose houses sailed the oceans.

 

Chapter 4: Harnessing the Earth’s Tides

 

The seas of hurricanes and whirring winds

Were harnessed by wind turbines

And the deserts were turned to fields

Of solar ice. The roaring waves

Were pushed our turbines,

And rather than fear a storm

Men praised it.

For the turbines, yes the turbines

Did pull aught when the winds stormed.

 

The lightning was harnessed

And men in their parlors put on plays

Instead of watch their television;

They played charades.

The oceans were farmed, and then restocked.

The trees were cut

But then replanted.

The populations lived in cities surrounded by parks

Filled with treameat

And the rain did fall.

 

Men learned not how to control their planet

But harness it. The gravitons they used

The photons they used.

 

Chapter 5: The Photon Sails

 

Men learned how to sail upon the light;

Men and women loved, made love three times a day

Had their fill of children who produced in their fields

Learned their trades, and brought the family their income.

 

The music was like choirs of angels

Where they flew through the air in radios.

They had their electronic beats, and their electronic music

But men played their fiddles, and their drums

And their electric guitars.

Men did listen, and love,

And had their great feasts.

They had no gods

Save the one LORD Jesus Christ.

They did not give their children to the Baal.

Their children were their portion

To see them grow, and eat.

 

Chapter 6: The Cuisine

 

The roastlings were fat

And lived off the land,

And each man, woman and child took up their trade

In the local economies.

The babies cried

And drank deep of their mother’s milk

As the rolling sounds of thunder cracked.

 

The crops were diverse

Thousands in the local markets

Sold, all colors

All varieties

All climates

Brought in by the sun barges.

 

The children swam in the local lakes

The peoples had horse races in the countryside.

They boarded the Magnetic Bullet Trains

Without any acronym signifying what they are

And did ride through continents in hours.

They took the skilds, those massive skilds

And sunbarges, across oceans

And did traverse the skies.

 

I ate, I drank, I had Roasted Beef

Roasted Chicken

Roasted Capybara

Roasted Suckling

Mashed Chickpeas

Spiced with garlic

Onion, thyme tarragon

Fenugreek, and Coriander

Cumin and Cinnamon

Potatoes, and cottonseed oils

Hemp oils, safe tobacco to smoke,

Fennels and Green Beans

Peas and Corn

Maple syrups and honey

Cane sugars and ample salts.

 

Dinners were scrumptious

And restaurants were places to go

And spend an entire day with family.

Sprawling vineyards of all fruits

Pomegranates, grapes

Kiwis, melons and bananas

Apples,

Fuji, Crispin

Lady Pink, Honeycrisp,

Granny Smith, Red and Golden delicious,

Jonagolds and Braeburns,

Tart blueberries and blackberries

And strawberries, made into pies

Made into tarts, made into creme brulees,

Eggs in abundance, ostrich

Chicken, Peahen and Guinea hens;

Bugs fried in oily fats, so that even the leeches were delicious

And a Parasite a delicacy;

An ant covered in chocolate

And a mosquito fried in cottonseed oils.

 

Chapter 7: The Pastimes

 

Deer roamed for hunting,

Elephants for game,

Rhinoceroses and Zebras

Were plentiful on the African Serengeti

Because men stocked them, and a million other varieties.

Every one killed, men stocked them

With two or three.

Snake Venoms were used to cure all ailments

And science was believed

And Christ was also believed.

 

Men knew the world wasn’t flat

Because everyone had been in space.

Men knew evolution existed because they could see it

Pain enough, men had lived so long

And cataloged everything in books

So detailed, without a single pixel.

Just art, rendered by photo-realistic art

Which people were all paid to draw.

All talents were paid, enough to live

Enough to eat.

 

Chapter 8: The Living Arrangements

 

Men lived in three room houses, all tucked around one another

Sometimes three stories high, no taller.

The cities sprawled over vast continents

But within those cities were even vaster

Pockets of enclosed forests, and deserts

And wild-life preserves.

Men, in their wisdom

Created habitats rather than destroyed them.

Men could create a self sustaining ecosystem

With a hundred gallon tank

With seven different species of live creatures

And plants; they had bonsai gardens

And even gardens of oak forests seventy square miles wide.

 

Chapter 9: Various Miscellaneous

 

Men did not destroy.

Men did not pillage.

Men did not war.

They had no reason to.

The animals they ate

And felt no shame.

Because they hadn’t murdered.

They hadn’t stolen.

To them, a man’s life was a man’s

An animal’s an animal’s,

But the animals ate and fed on the grasses

And on the wheats, and in the fields they roamed

To be hunted, to be photographed;

No… they did not film.

No, they did not take a photo

Except with silver photocells.

They took and if any wanted a photograph

They developed it in their homes.

A hundred thousand distributors of silver

Made a hundred thousand varieties of photo chemicals

And each were special, specific, local

And men were fed.

 

Chapter 10: The Fat Cats

 

No man could save more than a million dollars

U.S. After that point, even kings had to give up their

Kingdoms. Kings were elected, for terms

And countries abounded, several thousand of them.

They warred with trade, not with weapons.

And never to a point of famine.

For, to war meant rape, killing, pillaging,

Destroying, and pogroms.

They did not scorn this

If it meant preserving the happiness.

If one country were to destroy the ecosystem

They laid forth

It was to be destroyed, and every man woman and child within it.

 

Chapter 11: Excursion

 

No… this is not a Utopian dream.

It is rather the practice

Of the first burgeon of Civilization.

Nebuchadnezzar’s Kingdom.

 

Do I know if it can be created?

Men… I dare say we cannot necessarily come close.

It is rather my dream… I am entitled to it in thought.

Am I radical enough to bring it into practice?

No.

 

The men played with their puzzles, and games

And fine art was patronized.

Great methods were made to make the peoples happy.

Rulers ruled benevolently

Because to do otherwise

Meant utter destruction.

Men, like the Persians,

Had honor, and sacrifice.

There were no disgusting sex practices

Because men were fed with the meat

Of their lover’s gentle wombs.

The women were fed with

Sex understandings ten times

More advanced than our so called

Kama Sutra, and it was not

Mind you, religious.

It was simply hedonism

And a benign form at that.

 

Chapter 12: The Life Expectancy

 

Men grew to ten and twenty generations

In families, and most men saw their great, great grandchildren.

They swaddled the babes at the age of seventy

Already knowing two generations prior.

 

They made love at sixteen

And were not reproved for it.

They married at fifteen

And this was the norm.

They had abundant sex

And were taught by the Christian Pastors

How to make love…

As this was the priestly duties

As per the book of Song of Songs.

 

Chapter 13:

 

Do you want this world?

Do you want this earth?

This is the fruit of my religion.

 

Now let me show you the

Fruit of the World’s religion.

 

Book II: Wo

Chapter 1: My Name is Marc

My name’s Marc.
Marcus Krantz.
You might know me…
some people do.
I’m not so famous here.
We invented Quantum Computing,
Iron Man Suits,
all sorts of nonsense.
We’re actually in a dark age.
My parents are dead.
Brandon and Jorgia Krantz.
They died a long time ago.

On the quantum computers,
I can see him in an alternate timeline.
One where Hilary got elected.
Instead of Trump.
My dad never got published here.
World didn’t go to war
like he said it would.
That’s probably for
the better.
Instead, things got weird.
Augmented Reality
they call it.
Portals to other dimensions.
Street Magicians
showing their tricks were
future technologies.
That kind of stuff.

Chapter 2: So…

So…
the world never went to war.
That’s what they say.
Instead there are police
flying in Iron Man suits,
named after a Marvel Comic
strip that has since been banned.
They said it was
“Time Descriptions.”
They banned everything
that had any reference to future
technologies.
They thought my dad might have been
compromised.
He was…
it just wasn’t his fault.

To get into the gory details
would be awful.
Just, some gross thing was put in him.
Some call it a demon.
Some call it a Dream
Machine.
I call it a twist of fate.
He never asked for it.
Actually, everything he said would happen
did.
So, possibly he was a
prophet.
I don’t know.

Chapter 3: My Dad Lived a quiet Life

He lived a quiet life in
Pennsylvania.
Had a pretty notorious youth…
I’m sure you all know that.
But, he couldn’t write a
modern novel.
It was impossible for him.
That’s why he never
sold much in his life.
He died young,
about thirty-five.
He had a wife,
who had me.
She died.
Jorgia Krantz.
I lived.
I saw in his book
I had a sister named
“Cass”.
I’m an only child.
Had an uncle.
Had a grandfather.
Had a grandmother.
Had a whole family.
They all died.

Chapter 4: So…

So…
let’s catch any reader up to snuff.
It’s the year 2058.
I’m single.
No “Erin”.
I really wanted her.
I really do.
But, no.
I don’t seem to get her this time.
I don’t seem to have a love story
this time.
Instead,
I’m in my apartment,
302,
on the South Nebinger Block
of the city of Lewisberry.
My hometown
used to be sprawling farms.
Now they’re just rows of houses.

Rows,
and
rows,
and
rows
of houses.

I don’t work.
I get stipends.
About five hundred dollars a month.
I use it to eat.
Am I hungry?
No, not really.
Is the food I eat any good?
No.
Life isn’t really any good.

Chapter 5: Life’s Not Bad

Life’s not bad.
But it’s not good.
We’ve found some things
that were pretty weird.
You can look at the past
on computers.
Turns out electrons
and stuff
are like dimensions.
You can observe them.
Some are even going to find a way
to turn back time.

But…
Here’s the thing.
You shouldn’t be
able to turn back time.

I’m not allowed to own any animals.
They took them all away.
I spend most of my day
reading my dad’s old books.
He left me a quite impressive collection.
No wars.
But, there’s also no love.
There’s no friendship.
You go down to the neighbor
and he passes a glance at you.
He spends most of his days
on the hallucinogenic
“Fairy Stones”.
The iPhones now network
with your brain.
No implant.
No chip.
It’s like your brain
is an antennae.
People who’ve used them
say it’s like dreaming.
They wake up to eat.
They have control over it,
waking up and going back to sleep.
I don’t understand it because
I’m like an Amish person.
That’s what they call me.
“Amish.”

Chapter 6: Outside the Troop Patrols Fly

Outside troop patrols fly
in the streets.
They have armored suits,
manned of course.
Robots were illegalized
after a series of serial killings
perpetrated by every one of them.
It was a weird phenomena.
Some guy was building them,
and they went on a massive killing spree.
All 110 of them.
Killed d_____ near 34,000
people, just those one hundred and ten robots.
The only reason more weren’t made
was because they were difficult
to create the brain software.
Intelligent machines,
we’ve found,
were not like Rosie.
But, seeing that we have
the Quantum Computers
to see, some were like Rosie.
Just, the people
these days
were so aggressive that
when they trained the robots,
they abused them so bad
that they all went crazy and murderous.

A lot of people are like that, too.

Outside my window,
the sky is tinted red.
We’ve lost a lot of atmosphere.
Global warming was fixed
with some kind of thing like
a NAC,
like J.D. had predicted.
He’s my uncle.
Him and I are pretty close,
actually.
He survived.
Survived what?
You might ask?
I don’t know.
Nobody really does,
actually.
It wasn’t an illness.
People just started
disappearing.
My dad.
My mom.
My parents.
My friends.
One by one,
they each started disappearing.

Chapter 7: Trump Wasn’t the Culprit

Trump wasn’t the culprit.
It was a democrat
when this started happening.
One you wouldn’t
have ever heard of.
He came out of nowhere
in 2026’s election.
My dad was 35.

The wall they built
was blasted down
by the Democrats.
They say that let in some people.
Who they were?
I don’t know.
Nobody knows
who runs the country anymore.
We have elections,
of course.
Just, no names
are on the ballots.
You either pick

Democrat
or
Republican.

Some other strange things
occurred.
There is no grass.
There are no trees.
You hear explosions from time to time.
Everyone says it’s a car backfiring;
they run on natural gas
now
because it’s cleaner.
But, once in a while,
if you get outside—
you have to wear an oxygen tank to breath—
you see a charred
building or two.
There was no war.
Or… was there?
I don’t know.
Nobody knows anything.

We eat tablets for dinner.
Get injected with vitamins.

Chapter 8: A Society Worth Preserving

A society worth
destroying in print is
one worth preserving in real life;
save one I read about a certain
Queen Jezebel Zarathustra,
to show how when society gets
too bad,
only God can destroy it.

A society sustained in print,
let the minds of the readers destroy it.

Chapter 9: We Don’t Have Showers

We don’t have showers.
We have little sonic rings
we stand in, and it makes us feel
like we’re having sex.
It’s kind of obnoxious
because the only way to get clean
you’ll also have an orgasm.
Sex isn’t forbidden,
but you never know
whether someone
is a man or woman these days.
There could be a man
with a perfectly rendered face
and vagina,
with a uterine transplant,
and you’d never know.
A man,
however,
couldn’t reproduce
if born as a woman.
The penises
are just not right.
But, you can get in huge
trouble
calling it a fake.
That’s an offense
punishable by
a steep fine.

Chapter 10: I Read a Story

I read a story
once about a guy
chained down
so he couldn’t move,
because he was strong.
And a woman
who wore a mask
because she was beautiful.
And at the climax,
they both danced.

Here,
if you’re beautiful,
it is hard to tell.
Most people have
switched their genders.
The ones who didn’t
just have sex with the
gender
they think is them.
So,
you never really know
if it’s a man and woman in a relationship
or not.
Babies are kind of just born
in test tubes.
They’ve gotten so confused
at who’s who,
that cloning is the
only way
to actually keep
the species alive.
And they keep cloning people.
I’m of natural birth…
Which make me rare.

Chapter 11: The People Who are Norms Like Me

The people who are
“Norms”
like me…
I’m called
“Norm”
by everyone…
people aren’t really that imaginative…
are typically held up consuming
countless hours
of hallucinogenic
pornography.
It feels like the real thing.
It tastes like the real thing.
It even smells like the real thing.
So I’ve heard.

Of course,
they eat
and drink
in these programs too.
But, they come out.
They have to.
To think that
they couldn’t…
it’d be scary.
It’s why I
never tried it.
I’d be too afraid
I’d get trapped inside
of the machines.

They get bombarded by pleasures,
though.
Nobody is
stupid enough
to play the games on it.
The games are like real war.
Real battle.
Real struggle.
It’s not fun,
and people actually feel getting shot
and stuff.
Then they wake up
when they die.
Traumatized,
so most people just stick

to eating
and
sex games.

That most people like.

But, a good amount of people
spend their days out of the contraptions.
Like me.
But, there’s nowhere to really go.
Everything is barren.
It’s not global warming.
There was no war.
I don’t know what caused it.

Chapter 12: To Be Honest

To be honest,
I spend all my days
getting vitamin vaccines,
then taking a gel tablet
that gives me my vital nutrients.
I’m bone thin.
Have almost no muscle mass.
When I go outside,
people are piled up
in massive orgies in the hallways,
like a pile of

human colored sticks.

I don’t know
what goes where,
or how they do it.
They look almost like creatures
from another planet,
but when looked at
close enough,
you can plainly see
they are

human beings.

Plastic implanted breasts,
often bigger than their whole bodies,
thumbskins made into foreskins,
died hair yellow and purple,
sometimes even strange colors
that look almost
alien,
until I realize
it’s just orange,
black,
violet or
green.

Sometimes I’m nearly
raped by them.
One time I was accused
of rape
for looking at a woman.

See…
if you identify as a woman,
you can claim
someone raped you
by looking at them.
But, if you identify as a woman,
it gives you the liberty
to do whatever you want,
even if it means…

People talk pretty weird.
It’s not like they’re retarded.
Have you ever heard two nerds
talk over a Card Table?
Or heard two intelligent
atheists talk?
It’s kinda like that.
Intelligible,
but always morally wrong.
On every occasion

they confuse
what is possible
with what is moral.

Chapter 13: In Fact…

In fact,
they remind me of penguins.
Penguins rape,
commit necrophilia,
steal each other’s young,
and even show homosexual tendencies.

Some metaphor is in that,
when Homosexuals
point to them
and say,
“Look we’re natural”
because two male penguins
nurture a rock.

But… you can’t convince them
it’s not.

God I hope this doesn’t become a reality.