These old blocks and bricks
uproot their dead foundation,
where once held their seat
they now lay toppled in sand,
the horizon can be seen.
12.25.2007
12.02.2007
A Kingdom’s Collapse
Seduced to destroy
as if the profane
could disgrace purity itself,
to sully the complacent
and content
these tattered notes
and torn photographs
could combust
with but a single spark
I don't condone or make excuses
for your secret disease,
or pretend to denounce
my own immunity
fitting in means
appeasing the crowd
and acceptance in adaptation,
but you know this
better than most
I could easily provoke
or attempt to soothe,
but I choose to back down
and receive my collapse
because I'm cutting ties
and burning bridges
that I will never escape
because I'm breathing grime
and drowning myself
so that I will never escape
and when the end comes
there will be no revival.
as if the profane
could disgrace purity itself,
to sully the complacent
and content
these tattered notes
and torn photographs
could combust
with but a single spark
I don't condone or make excuses
for your secret disease,
or pretend to denounce
my own immunity
fitting in means
appeasing the crowd
and acceptance in adaptation,
but you know this
better than most
I could easily provoke
or attempt to soothe,
but I choose to back down
and receive my collapse
because I'm cutting ties
and burning bridges
that I will never escape
because I'm breathing grime
and drowning myself
so that I will never escape
and when the end comes
there will be no revival.
11.24.2007
Clairvoyant
I have been down
all of these roads before,
I know each turn and
what is around every corner
my fingers
have felt these impressions,
senses so acute that I no longer
know surprise
undoubting expectations,
the desire is diminished
and sensation is dull
this infinite intellect and
wisdom is simply
lack of imagination
there will be
only one outcome.
all of these roads before,
I know each turn and
what is around every corner
my fingers
have felt these impressions,
senses so acute that I no longer
know surprise
undoubting expectations,
the desire is diminished
and sensation is dull
this infinite intellect and
wisdom is simply
lack of imagination
there will be
only one outcome.
11.21.2007
South
It is mutiny
and I suppose
the decent thing to do
after this decline
would be to fold,
as I lose my color
I will ever so calmly
fade.
and I suppose
the decent thing to do
after this decline
would be to fold,
as I lose my color
I will ever so calmly
fade.
11.17.2007
Die Träume von Kindern
Clarimonde, mother and matron,
eine Mutter von Waisen,
though a mere fourteen,
sheltered and nurtured
those who had been left behind,
each girl, orphan and urchin,
between four and ten,
ganz allein, ganz allein,
sought refuge beneath her wing,
unter ihrem Flügel,
the shell of the abandoned school
became her nest from the cold,
die Schwester zu allen
held no contempt for the outside
as Vala, a broken girl of nine,
found only the warmth in scorn,
beaten in short youth, she raged
ganz allein, ganz allein,
dreaming from her bleeding heart,
bitterly she cursed at die Sonne
for always leaving her
just as everyone else had,
but Clarimonde's compassion,
eine immerwährende Liebe,
redeemed the daughter of woman,
lady Vala, patron to poor sisters,
nicht mehr allein, nicht mehr allein.
eine Mutter von Waisen,
though a mere fourteen,
sheltered and nurtured
those who had been left behind,
each girl, orphan and urchin,
between four and ten,
ganz allein, ganz allein,
sought refuge beneath her wing,
unter ihrem Flügel,
the shell of the abandoned school
became her nest from the cold,
die Schwester zu allen
held no contempt for the outside
as Vala, a broken girl of nine,
found only the warmth in scorn,
beaten in short youth, she raged
ganz allein, ganz allein,
dreaming from her bleeding heart,
bitterly she cursed at die Sonne
for always leaving her
just as everyone else had,
but Clarimonde's compassion,
eine immerwährende Liebe,
redeemed the daughter of woman,
lady Vala, patron to poor sisters,
nicht mehr allein, nicht mehr allein.
11.14.2007
Tec Tonic
The shimmering street lamps flicker
as I upset the quiet
where the distant voices
seemed to flourish
where blanket hush cedes to
tremors on sidewalks
I shake the ground you stand on
and though you lose your footing
you still remain
but I will never lose my discomposer.
as I upset the quiet
where the distant voices
seemed to flourish
where blanket hush cedes to
tremors on sidewalks
I shake the ground you stand on
and though you lose your footing
you still remain
but I will never lose my discomposer.
11.09.2007
erosion
your petty squabbles
and scolding
grab hold
of lingering grudges,
my seething veins
start to surge
while you scheme
and leave me behind
to waste away
and impair my odds
your slander
begins leaving blisters,
but you backstab
within your heart
more than you do in words,
still, i crumble
and decay from
each taunt and calloused reply
as madness turns to mania
my heightened pulse
beats in sync,
for the only comfort i can find
is smashing my possessions
to pieces
and scolding
grab hold
of lingering grudges,
my seething veins
start to surge
while you scheme
and leave me behind
to waste away
and impair my odds
your slander
begins leaving blisters,
but you backstab
within your heart
more than you do in words,
still, i crumble
and decay from
each taunt and calloused reply
as madness turns to mania
my heightened pulse
beats in sync,
for the only comfort i can find
is smashing my possessions
to pieces
Isis Unveiled
Rooted beneath the Lute Bearer and the dynasty of five
bound and buckled by the knot, my hedonistic ego
desired more than immortality and new posterity,
so I removed the shade over the Star of the Sea
to reveal by the once stolen magic of Ra
a chaotic medley of glorification and favor
upon the statuesque face of a mere mortal queen.
"I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be;
and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised."
bound and buckled by the knot, my hedonistic ego
desired more than immortality and new posterity,
so I removed the shade over the Star of the Sea
to reveal by the once stolen magic of Ra
a chaotic medley of glorification and favor
upon the statuesque face of a mere mortal queen.
"I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be;
and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised."
11.08.2007
Sink
There is only one absolution, and that is penitence
for the guilt, the grief that fills your lungs after the shipwreck,
you clutch your chest and reach for the surface,
as each breath you take burns your throat, you sink;
eye for an eye, always at each other's throats,
we found adversaries in our rustic company,
but that would pass, and we reconciled without the effort,
eyes closed, running head first into the prime of our lives;
we laughed so hard and played our little pranks,
we entered adulthood smoking on the after-school cruises,
and connected the distant dots that had always intended to be,
we never looked back and never apologized to anyone,
and soon we graduated and went our own separate ways;
I will never know the scent of your very first flowers
or remember how you looked in your last suit,
I will never recall myself comforting dear Angelina,
and I never learned where you were buried.
there is only one absolution, and that is penitence
for the guilt, the grief that fills my lungs after the shipwreck,
I clutch my chest and reach for the surface,
as each breath I take burns my throat, I finally sink.
for the guilt, the grief that fills your lungs after the shipwreck,
you clutch your chest and reach for the surface,
as each breath you take burns your throat, you sink;
eye for an eye, always at each other's throats,
we found adversaries in our rustic company,
but that would pass, and we reconciled without the effort,
eyes closed, running head first into the prime of our lives;
we laughed so hard and played our little pranks,
we entered adulthood smoking on the after-school cruises,
and connected the distant dots that had always intended to be,
we never looked back and never apologized to anyone,
and soon we graduated and went our own separate ways;
I will never know the scent of your very first flowers
or remember how you looked in your last suit,
I will never recall myself comforting dear Angelina,
and I never learned where you were buried.
there is only one absolution, and that is penitence
for the guilt, the grief that fills my lungs after the shipwreck,
I clutch my chest and reach for the surface,
as each breath I take burns my throat, I finally sink.
11.07.2007
Left Leviticus for Lascivious
Though once forbidden, I slept jilted
and within my dream I awoke
as the wisp's will snared me into her grasp.
As snowy and a sandy-haired seductress
she exposed her revenant presence
as the first true royalty
to wend atop of unchaster nature.
It began as a devious grin,
but by the glimmer in abandoned eyes
it slowly transposed to her narcissism
and desire to possession.
I, mortally anemic, yet still with breath,
did not tug at my ethereal chains
as the hand of Inanna, gladdener of all hearts,
the maiden who has seized the light,
burst forth aglow to reveal my lust chance,
but seeded beneath the occult and her blaze
I sensed a newly stagnant discontent
of vexing the sons of man.
Bound and glinting in the gilded barrens
I pleaded her to leave the untilled sallow.
Well-nigh I had become Senoy, Sansenoy,
and Semangelof, so too the resenting chimera
metamorphosed from the spirit of unclean
to the eternally liberated screech owl.
To the den of fiend and villain
we descended beyond all earthly hope
to compromise the boycott.
In the heart of the crust and ore
I made my pledge to poor, poor Lilith.
A vow of balance and sameness
only in return for my own,
and as her courting endowment
I present to her Adam's head on a pike.
and within my dream I awoke
as the wisp's will snared me into her grasp.
As snowy and a sandy-haired seductress
she exposed her revenant presence
as the first true royalty
to wend atop of unchaster nature.
It began as a devious grin,
but by the glimmer in abandoned eyes
it slowly transposed to her narcissism
and desire to possession.
I, mortally anemic, yet still with breath,
did not tug at my ethereal chains
as the hand of Inanna, gladdener of all hearts,
the maiden who has seized the light,
burst forth aglow to reveal my lust chance,
but seeded beneath the occult and her blaze
I sensed a newly stagnant discontent
of vexing the sons of man.
Bound and glinting in the gilded barrens
I pleaded her to leave the untilled sallow.
Well-nigh I had become Senoy, Sansenoy,
and Semangelof, so too the resenting chimera
metamorphosed from the spirit of unclean
to the eternally liberated screech owl.
To the den of fiend and villain
we descended beyond all earthly hope
to compromise the boycott.
In the heart of the crust and ore
I made my pledge to poor, poor Lilith.
A vow of balance and sameness
only in return for my own,
and as her courting endowment
I present to her Adam's head on a pike.
11.05.2007
Okay, Show Me
Drawn down this urban stretch
bordering on a glide,
she is dispensing with nothing
and she pretends to gauge it all,
she is delivering messages
as steady she goes, straight as a line
all for me, all for me.
I drink the jaunt, and
abandon my control of the fury
to strafe the night, and
just to relinquish my own resolve
I bide her time and set free
the devil in red, who does it
all for me, all for me.
She yields to no one, and
stops at nothing,
if I keep her steel heart full
and vow to give her each beat of mine
then she will lay waste to those
foolish enough to cross our path
all for me, all for me.
bordering on a glide,
she is dispensing with nothing
and she pretends to gauge it all,
she is delivering messages
as steady she goes, straight as a line
all for me, all for me.
I drink the jaunt, and
abandon my control of the fury
to strafe the night, and
just to relinquish my own resolve
I bide her time and set free
the devil in red, who does it
all for me, all for me.
She yields to no one, and
stops at nothing,
if I keep her steel heart full
and vow to give her each beat of mine
then she will lay waste to those
foolish enough to cross our path
all for me, all for me.
10.24.2007
The Dream in Drink
The last remaining thoughts
slip into the bottle,
and I swallow my pride
and arrogant hope,
and find an ounce of solace
to fall asleep dreaming
and never again awaken.
slip into the bottle,
and I swallow my pride
and arrogant hope,
and find an ounce of solace
to fall asleep dreaming
and never again awaken.
10.09.2007
The Last Outpost in the Pacific
All alone out here, so far from home,
against the wind and chasing the sun
each one set sail and abandoned their post,
forgetting their past and forgiving their future,
no one left, not a single person remained,
and when I awoke that lonely morning
I found one tiny ship they had left for me,
but they stole my ocean breeze that night,
so I am still sitting here waiting for the wind.
against the wind and chasing the sun
each one set sail and abandoned their post,
forgetting their past and forgiving their future,
no one left, not a single person remained,
and when I awoke that lonely morning
I found one tiny ship they had left for me,
but they stole my ocean breeze that night,
so I am still sitting here waiting for the wind.
9.30.2007
Set Aflame Your Modern Prometheus
You wield old irony torches to
weld iron infallible foundations,
savagery is your own sanction
and primal rage a prime thought,
so you will choke on the smoke
and ash becomes your own grave,
yet the ancients will not weep,
nor will the kin you use to kindle
free us from your very bonds,
you will sway your splendor of pyre
and flames will rise beyond control,
animate this passion to a prometheus
and launch your glowing final salvo,
now seal his fate in driven fervency,
the ashes will be your fucking grave.
weld iron infallible foundations,
savagery is your own sanction
and primal rage a prime thought,
so you will choke on the smoke
and ash becomes your own grave,
yet the ancients will not weep,
nor will the kin you use to kindle
free us from your very bonds,
you will sway your splendor of pyre
and flames will rise beyond control,
animate this passion to a prometheus
and launch your glowing final salvo,
now seal his fate in driven fervency,
the ashes will be your fucking grave.
Dance of the Bone Lord
He danced to deeds of the undead,
and the undone,
he danced to cries of the meek
on the ashes of his pyre.
Maggots filled his rotted heart,
and evil flowed his veins,
each step forward was a plague,
each step back was bloodshed.
His bones were brittle and flaked
as they clenched his staff,
and grinding with his movements
he grinned as best he could.
and the undone,
he danced to cries of the meek
on the ashes of his pyre.
Maggots filled his rotted heart,
and evil flowed his veins,
each step forward was a plague,
each step back was bloodshed.
His bones were brittle and flaked
as they clenched his staff,
and grinding with his movements
he grinned as best he could.
Persephone
I once visited your lake shore home
by the sea of fire, when I was known
as a king of man and a good friend
to that wretch you call a husband.
Like Agamemnon and his horse of wood
as a statue to courage for where it stood,
I accomplished what they said could not,
that of a companion, a kinship begot.
But in that same spring, he became
a conspirator with another by name,
one I dare not speak out of fear
because Helios can even watch here.
He snatched you from mother's grasp
and gave the living a wrath in vast
by bringing forth his death's season,
mistaking love for lust his only reason.
On all fours you scrub his citadel,
and clean the walls, and all he tells,
and all the floors and his daily chores,
and all the while he just ignores.
And you dare not speak before he,
his temper reigns, and will ever be,
only you and the dog know how that feels,
because I know all his love Minthe steals.
by the sea of fire, when I was known
as a king of man and a good friend
to that wretch you call a husband.
Like Agamemnon and his horse of wood
as a statue to courage for where it stood,
I accomplished what they said could not,
that of a companion, a kinship begot.
But in that same spring, he became
a conspirator with another by name,
one I dare not speak out of fear
because Helios can even watch here.
He snatched you from mother's grasp
and gave the living a wrath in vast
by bringing forth his death's season,
mistaking love for lust his only reason.
On all fours you scrub his citadel,
and clean the walls, and all he tells,
and all the floors and his daily chores,
and all the while he just ignores.
And you dare not speak before he,
his temper reigns, and will ever be,
only you and the dog know how that feels,
because I know all his love Minthe steals.
9.28.2007
To Castle Carpathia, Part I.
Onward past the Black Sea through the land of the Great
we tread beneath fall eventide to the dead undead estate,
within the gloom, lady and I, spied the children of the night
calling the witching hour and a meal for their bellies to sate.
We crept on past mounds of bones and unmarked graves,
deep in the blume we found a path and his name engraved,
but the effluvium filled her eyes, so her tongue soon advised:
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here, as none are saved."
we tread beneath fall eventide to the dead undead estate,
within the gloom, lady and I, spied the children of the night
calling the witching hour and a meal for their bellies to sate.
We crept on past mounds of bones and unmarked graves,
deep in the blume we found a path and his name engraved,
but the effluvium filled her eyes, so her tongue soon advised:
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here, as none are saved."
Winter
In winter my blood no longer boils,
and it cools my tempered heart,
then I start think of the gray sky
and all the beauty they miss,
because when the cold bites at them
and they whine and they moan,
I laugh so hard that I cry
because nothing makes them happy.
and it cools my tempered heart,
then I start think of the gray sky
and all the beauty they miss,
because when the cold bites at them
and they whine and they moan,
I laugh so hard that I cry
because nothing makes them happy.
Miss Delirium
She buckles under pressure, and fights the sleep,
and thinks nothing of promises she can't keep.
She shrugs off the routine and can't understand
why others around her seem to have other plans.
She faces trivial matters with overwhelming stress
and starts to stand out when all others feel less.
She needs the chaos and desires the tension,
and she'll never rise and find her ascension.
and thinks nothing of promises she can't keep.
She shrugs off the routine and can't understand
why others around her seem to have other plans.
She faces trivial matters with overwhelming stress
and starts to stand out when all others feel less.
She needs the chaos and desires the tension,
and she'll never rise and find her ascension.
9.24.2007
Dark Demon Roast
Holding cup & saucer
containing its tainted mud
black & thick as African ink
with 72 (un)natural spices-
roasting, roasting, raise to toast
to the tide, to evoke an infernal seal
imprinted as a stain-
registered as gut reaction-
reaching out to no One
in the raven circle abyss, dreary
in solitary, Imp-ious nature-
a starless kiss, livid-
as it stretches across lips
for the final, funereal finale-
no morning, the spotless white
so saintly lucid, no mourning-
all with just a sip of Goetia coffee
from Solomon's very vein.
containing its tainted mud
black & thick as African ink
with 72 (un)natural spices-
roasting, roasting, raise to toast
to the tide, to evoke an infernal seal
imprinted as a stain-
registered as gut reaction-
reaching out to no One
in the raven circle abyss, dreary
in solitary, Imp-ious nature-
a starless kiss, livid-
as it stretches across lips
for the final, funereal finale-
no morning, the spotless white
so saintly lucid, no mourning-
all with just a sip of Goetia coffee
from Solomon's very vein.
9.13.2007
Copycat (or Something Similar)
Again I retire to the porch
to smoke in the cold
dead of night,
to sip my coffee
and breathe a sigh
of relaxation,
and to watch the neighbor's dog
dig through the trash
while still bound to his chain,
and I can't help but think
about how I'm really no different.
to smoke in the cold
dead of night,
to sip my coffee
and breathe a sigh
of relaxation,
and to watch the neighbor's dog
dig through the trash
while still bound to his chain,
and I can't help but think
about how I'm really no different.
Omen
About six years ago
we put our money into the pot
and worked our way through,
I didn't make it,
but he did,
he always did,
and at the start of the last game
he sank the eight ball
on the break
and broke his cue
against the wall,
there is no such thing as luck
but, unfortunately
in his case
there was.
we put our money into the pot
and worked our way through,
I didn't make it,
but he did,
he always did,
and at the start of the last game
he sank the eight ball
on the break
and broke his cue
against the wall,
there is no such thing as luck
but, unfortunately
in his case
there was.
An Autumn Evening
Deciduous trees shed,
crops are harvested,
night comes sooner
and stays a bit longer,
the cold starts to set in
so the birds fly south,
and it all reminds me
just how beautiful
this world can be
when I watch it die.
crops are harvested,
night comes sooner
and stays a bit longer,
the cold starts to set in
so the birds fly south,
and it all reminds me
just how beautiful
this world can be
when I watch it die.
Swallowing of the Last Quasar
An enigmatic halo, ever-slowly dissipating
into the dark, abysmal depth of discord,
not soon, but eventual, succumbing to all
whom point and pull with the hidden sword.
A steady state in mob rule and misrule,
though still fortuitous despite the chain
by the final remnant of a forgotten breed
sparking the dying light hoping to remain.
A luminous burst of brilliance speckles
the night sky in harmony and an allure
before being engulfed in the horizon as
one last frequency emitted goes unheard.
into the dark, abysmal depth of discord,
not soon, but eventual, succumbing to all
whom point and pull with the hidden sword.
A steady state in mob rule and misrule,
though still fortuitous despite the chain
by the final remnant of a forgotten breed
sparking the dying light hoping to remain.
A luminous burst of brilliance speckles
the night sky in harmony and an allure
before being engulfed in the horizon as
one last frequency emitted goes unheard.
9.05.2007
The Dreamers
These holy innocents receive,
racing through the Louvre,
isolated from the cruel world
with morning matinee and amour,
with Sobraine, not Molotov,
with lovers' hearts in hands,
"We accept him, one of us."
Until the siblings resist no longer,
and France is forever changed
with the death of its own children.
racing through the Louvre,
isolated from the cruel world
with morning matinee and amour,
with Sobraine, not Molotov,
with lovers' hearts in hands,
"We accept him, one of us."
Until the siblings resist no longer,
and France is forever changed
with the death of its own children.
A Place So True
The cool breeze brushed against my face like soft fingers of a lover,
the trees so green, the mountains towered above,
kindling beauty surrounded, a place of slumber I found.
I closed my eyes, and smiled, clearing my mind,
I never knew of such a place, always looked, always tried,
excited, thrilled, such relief and passion,
feelings of joy, past forgotten, depression passed on.
Darkness loomed through each tree, mysterious,
my heart ran rampant, my sadness died, oblivious,
inspiration, the name rang true, appreciation grew.
Take me back there, I need to live, oh, please,
I found comfort in Mother Nature and her trees,
again, take me again, venturing on through,
a place so pure and real, a place so true.
the trees so green, the mountains towered above,
kindling beauty surrounded, a place of slumber I found.
I closed my eyes, and smiled, clearing my mind,
I never knew of such a place, always looked, always tried,
excited, thrilled, such relief and passion,
feelings of joy, past forgotten, depression passed on.
Darkness loomed through each tree, mysterious,
my heart ran rampant, my sadness died, oblivious,
inspiration, the name rang true, appreciation grew.
Take me back there, I need to live, oh, please,
I found comfort in Mother Nature and her trees,
again, take me again, venturing on through,
a place so pure and real, a place so true.
8.30.2007
The Six Keys to Salvation
I.
"Come forth, O children,
under the stars,
and take your fill of love!"
Perhaps in the confessions of bitter fools
slumbers some sorts and stable truth,
in their remains of ash and hatred
waits their penchant the world
will never see as such a Strength.
II.
While in disorder we despair,
while in prediction we are precise,
yet in circumvention we may befriend
Augustine and his prolific gesture:
"Love, and do what thou wilt."
But bound into nihilism
we fall through the Chasm
alone, and afraid more
for the journey itself
than ends, yet we repent,
we regret all ending, all failings
of fortune and hopeful endeavors.
III.
"Sing the rapturous love-song unto me!
Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels!
Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!"
Recite the words. Speak the sense
of masters and men
who once were within the right
to preach as saints and prophets.
In their bindings of what
could only be imprisoned for once
and always be the beckoned callings
and mistaken and immoral rapture
of the slip of a tongue from madmen.
More over complex an aphrodisiac,
yet a simple concept, always,
but you practice abstinence
and beneath futility your own ruin.
IV.
"I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset;
I am the naked brilliance
of the voluptuous night-sky."
Within the seventh came lasting night,
and in the sixth came Babalon,
within the fifth came the fires of Plato,
and in the fourth came Passion's plague,
within the third came the altruistic affair,
and in the second came the purest Roman spring.
But found upon the first was Un-forgiveness,
and a pleading to great Geanian, replying:
"I will give you a war-engine."
V.
So now with a burnt etching
gilding my own left hand,
I restrict my moral codes of self,
a nature Divine in itself
to prevent the loss of an idolized pride
through prized wrath and envy.
VI.
To what grief may I slip into
for all wrought by my deeds?
On all fours as beast and lesser a man
I surely would take my place,
in the Bower of Bliss
as the Union of Opposites,
the well intended and opportune
for the forgotten and Forgiven:
“Love is the law,” always,
“love under will.”
Blasphemy on the first, by
The Devoted, Enlightened!
"Come forth, O children,
under the stars,
and take your fill of love!"
Perhaps in the confessions of bitter fools
slumbers some sorts and stable truth,
in their remains of ash and hatred
waits their penchant the world
will never see as such a Strength.
II.
While in disorder we despair,
while in prediction we are precise,
yet in circumvention we may befriend
Augustine and his prolific gesture:
"Love, and do what thou wilt."
But bound into nihilism
we fall through the Chasm
alone, and afraid more
for the journey itself
than ends, yet we repent,
we regret all ending, all failings
of fortune and hopeful endeavors.
III.
"Sing the rapturous love-song unto me!
Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels!
Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!"
Recite the words. Speak the sense
of masters and men
who once were within the right
to preach as saints and prophets.
In their bindings of what
could only be imprisoned for once
and always be the beckoned callings
and mistaken and immoral rapture
of the slip of a tongue from madmen.
More over complex an aphrodisiac,
yet a simple concept, always,
but you practice abstinence
and beneath futility your own ruin.
IV.
"I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset;
I am the naked brilliance
of the voluptuous night-sky."
Within the seventh came lasting night,
and in the sixth came Babalon,
within the fifth came the fires of Plato,
and in the fourth came Passion's plague,
within the third came the altruistic affair,
and in the second came the purest Roman spring.
But found upon the first was Un-forgiveness,
and a pleading to great Geanian, replying:
"I will give you a war-engine."
V.
So now with a burnt etching
gilding my own left hand,
I restrict my moral codes of self,
a nature Divine in itself
to prevent the loss of an idolized pride
through prized wrath and envy.
VI.
To what grief may I slip into
for all wrought by my deeds?
On all fours as beast and lesser a man
I surely would take my place,
in the Bower of Bliss
as the Union of Opposites,
the well intended and opportune
for the forgotten and Forgiven:
“Love is the law,” always,
“love under will.”
Blasphemy on the first, by
The Devoted, Enlightened!
8.23.2007
The Saga of the Viking Queen
I - Birth of a Mannheim Queen
The saga had once begun with the death of the Queen
and after she had given birth to a girl at only fifteen,
but King Olaf needed a son, yet she had bore none,
so the King pondered and decided to keep her unseen.
He kept her in the shadows and raised her as a man,
and as the years progressed, the King built his plan,
from time to time men questioned but with a discretion,
for they realized the King was soon to be an old man.
There would be no more raids, no more voyages to sea,
the King was growing weary, this they could all agree,
yet as his health was straining the new king was training,
so Olaf was proud and sure that the ruse would succeed.
He kept her hair cut short, and taught her the sword,
he showed her courage and how to lead the Viking horde,
she would wrap her breasts the King had his guests,
so Olaf's hope refilled, and soon his health had restored.
II - Fimbulwinter and Her Storm
It was the longest winter and in her twenty-third year
when she attacked a monastery and was pierced by a spear,
the wound needed dressed, so she uncovered her chest,
the men were taken aback and stood staring with austere.
Now there was distress and much unrest inside her men,
but the spear had struck more than her flesh within,
the Queen rose to her feet without accepting their retreat,
she clinched her axe, turned about and flashed a grin.
Charging towards the church with such a newfound haste
that even Jötunheim felt the rumblings of her chase,
slaughtering all who stood, she knew the men understood
the Viking throne was now overtaken by a woman's grace.
After gathering the silver and gold, the men were distraught,
the sea was cruel and would be jealous of what they brought,
but the Queen had set her path and even the sea feared her wrath,
and though she rested home's journey, her slaying was not wrought.
III - Severing the Royalty Line
As the night stormed in, the water covered in fog and mist,
she filled her chalice with the blood of her antagonists
and rose up to make a decree to give praise to the World Tree,
the men had their night meal and continued into the abyss.
The moonless night held no route, yet Thor led their way,
evil was amiss and it seemed her father planned to betray,
a dark goddess had let him know what she revealed apropos,
but she was the Queen and there would be hell to would pay.
The men slowed their rowing as they can upon the icy banks,
they gathered their treasures and gave the gods their thanks,
but Hallbera had other plans, she went to kill one more man,
she crept into the homestead where the proud men drank.
There she found her father, drew her sword, and called him out,
she had unveiled his misleading and disgrace made him a lout,
with her grip tight on the blade, the King had tried to evade,
but the father lay dead, and so the men held no more doubt.
IV - Hel to Pay
It was over the course of the next few nights the men recalled
the Queen's bare breasted charge on the clergymen and their fall,
ruttish churchmen enchanted had taken an unclad sight for granted,
the Queen endured the jests, and laughter bellowed throughout the hall.
A blizzard raged with biting wind upon the roof as they drank mead,
but already the Queen was set on Hel, where these men she would lead,
and though the men may not understand, they would accept her command,
but if she wanted victory, she would need the sea and Njord's speed.
The journey would be treacherous, so a new ship was built to set sail,
and soon their thirst for blood would be taken aloft by Hel's gales,
the men asked Odin's blessing as Váli had Hallbera's heart in obsession,
there was only one action left before the warrior queen could prevail.
To die in battle with honor would send them to Valhalla's golden hall,
but it was the wretched realm of Hel where they were intent to crawl,
so one by one they slit their throats and then faded with their boat
and awoke to the acrid stench of death and Niflheim's frozen squalls.
V – Beneath the Third Root of Yggdrasil
The Queen and her men of fifty strong arose and then prepared for war,
they would mount their siege in the land of dead when they ran ashore,
hunting and slaying all who once died and destroying where they reside,
Hallbera would take to arms as well and seek revenge against this whore.
Upon the bridge Gjallarbrú the giantess Modgud threw rock and shards of ice,
it split the timber of the boat but they could no longer fear for their lives,
yet the ship was now lost to the depths of the Gjöll, a cold river of death,
so the men began to swim towards the rising wall in water piercing like knives.
They reached the Corpse Gate, Nágrind, where they met Garm, watchdog of Hel,
the Queen screamed out a war cry and within his rotted flesh her spear impaled,
she could not slay the beast but allowed her men to pass covered in shroud,
the hall's roof was woven from spines of serpents where the dead were jailed.
A half dying mass stood 'round cold blue flame with a veil of black lace,
Hallbera clenched her throat, tore the cloth away and spat into her face,
but there was to be no victory, the figure stood was Loki, god of trickery,
and already the dark depths of frozen Hel were beckoning her men to embrace.
VI - Dinner with an Unwelcome Guest
With eight legs and girth and the aid of wind, Sleipner the steed rushed in,
atop was Hermod, once messenger, and once more again returning to once been,
and Hermod called out to the one for whom which had vowed to weep none,
upon dismounting, he raised his sword and demanded Loki to admit his chagrin.
But Loki chuckled and Hel appeared, as Balder still sat the most honorable seat,
the Queen accompanied his side, as did her men, for there would be no retreat,
the Lord of Mischief began twisting words of which were as black as the birds,
but with the aid of Hermod, Hallbera could sense his lies and resisted deceit.
The messenger spoke, Loki did not belong as he should still have been chained,
the Vikings listened to the story, and Loki's once punishment was explained,
under a poison he lay for his crime and there he was to remain until came time
for him to take his place before beasts and giants to have the gods arraigned.
Hermod demanded the release of Hel's new grip or Odin swore to precipitate war,
Loki trembled and whispered cautiously that Hel might agree, as he so implored,
the men vanished and found themselves greeted by a golden hall of warriors seated,
and there appeared the figure of Hallbera knelt before the horde and Viking Lord.
VII - The Eve of Godly Fate
In the midst of Asgard, on the plains of Idavoll, the Queen was escorted,
this Tyr, a just companion, he spoke highly and she allowed herself courted,
the God of War professed intent, and underneath the trees she gave consent,
then with the aid of Frigg came forth the essence of a single life purported.
He allowed her to feast upon a bushel of Idun's apples near the Well of Urth,
and restoring the royalty line, this newly wedded queen, Hallbera, gave birth,
in only a single day the daughter came, and the two spelled the newborn's name,
Ásgun became a woman within a week and so Hallbera returned back to Earth.
Odin recognized her prowess and as Queen of the Valkyrie she was sent down
riding upon a wolf to each battlefield gathering only souls bearing renown,
Tyr had told the distance of coming doom, the new Valkyrie held no gloom,
she was the Queen of Man and War and her progeny was a counsel to the crown.
Back within the halls of Valhalla, Odin related warnings of the lasting storm,
the ever long winter was the final sign of Ragnarök and the ruling power reform,
Thor held his cup to toast for fate and to those who would remain to recreate,
and they continued to dine until the sound of Heimdall blowing the Gjallarhorn.
VIII - All Nine Realms Set Ablaze
Surtur, leader of Muspelheim, assembled his giants of the south with sword ignited,
on the verge of valiance, Hallbera took to arms and led her furies as one united,
the army of gods gathered to Thor's thunder as the red-blazed sky was torn asunder,
and sun and moon were consumed by chasing wolves leaving the Earth benighted.
The spirit of the Einherjar, including the Queen's men, met the Jötuns at Vigrond
storming out from the ship of nails, Naglfar, so the World Serpent had freed his bonds,
from the north on a second ship rode Loki and Hel upon the deadweight back from expel,
Bifröst cracked and broke as Surtur swung his sword of fire filling the vast beyond.
Brandishing his spear, Gungnir, Odin led the charge straight for Fenrir, the wolf brute,
as Thor fought his nemesis, Jörmungand the World Serpent, Heimdall met Loki's pursuit,
Hallbera finally clashed with the goddess of death as husband Tyr beheld Garm's breath,
the four all met their fates after feverish battle and soon the bouts became permute.
Thor held his hammer high after slaying the serpent, and only took nine steps back
before succumbing to its poison and fading, yet Odin focused on Fenrir and attacked,
after an age passed, Odin finally fell, consumed, and so it seemed the gods were doomed,
then Vidar tore off the wolf's jaw as Surtur scorched himself and all into the black.
IX - Runes of War
The Silent God and his vengeful brother being spared, arise to the new throne,
and they return to the former hall of Valhalla to wait, for they are not alone,
the sons of Thor, and Balder and Hod return to Idavoll to consult Hœnir's rod,
here they discuss the recent events of their told fate and the coming unknown.
The dwindling fires of Surtur slowly diminish leaving only Hodmimir's Wood,
and deep within this one forest only Lif and Lifthrasir, two humans, stood,
living only on the morning dew, they rebuild, and remake this Earth in new gild,
two heavens are built to house the dead as four halls keep the souls of good.
And in the new hall Náströnd, Nidhogg will suck the blood of the evil dead,
yet there is no misery in this new era, and only harmony and peace will spread,
and deep within the greatest hall of all, these new gods will sit and recall
the tale of Queen Hallbera, and her child, Ásgun, who now serves in her stead.
Being the daughter of a warrior queen and offspring to the once God of War
she took her place in the hall of Gimli so the children of men could adore,
carving runes into stone of her story, she told the saga of Hallbera's glory,
presiding over the throne of war, she ensured her legend was heard forevermore.
The saga had once begun with the death of the Queen
and after she had given birth to a girl at only fifteen,
but King Olaf needed a son, yet she had bore none,
so the King pondered and decided to keep her unseen.
He kept her in the shadows and raised her as a man,
and as the years progressed, the King built his plan,
from time to time men questioned but with a discretion,
for they realized the King was soon to be an old man.
There would be no more raids, no more voyages to sea,
the King was growing weary, this they could all agree,
yet as his health was straining the new king was training,
so Olaf was proud and sure that the ruse would succeed.
He kept her hair cut short, and taught her the sword,
he showed her courage and how to lead the Viking horde,
she would wrap her breasts the King had his guests,
so Olaf's hope refilled, and soon his health had restored.
II - Fimbulwinter and Her Storm
It was the longest winter and in her twenty-third year
when she attacked a monastery and was pierced by a spear,
the wound needed dressed, so she uncovered her chest,
the men were taken aback and stood staring with austere.
Now there was distress and much unrest inside her men,
but the spear had struck more than her flesh within,
the Queen rose to her feet without accepting their retreat,
she clinched her axe, turned about and flashed a grin.
Charging towards the church with such a newfound haste
that even Jötunheim felt the rumblings of her chase,
slaughtering all who stood, she knew the men understood
the Viking throne was now overtaken by a woman's grace.
After gathering the silver and gold, the men were distraught,
the sea was cruel and would be jealous of what they brought,
but the Queen had set her path and even the sea feared her wrath,
and though she rested home's journey, her slaying was not wrought.
III - Severing the Royalty Line
As the night stormed in, the water covered in fog and mist,
she filled her chalice with the blood of her antagonists
and rose up to make a decree to give praise to the World Tree,
the men had their night meal and continued into the abyss.
The moonless night held no route, yet Thor led their way,
evil was amiss and it seemed her father planned to betray,
a dark goddess had let him know what she revealed apropos,
but she was the Queen and there would be hell to would pay.
The men slowed their rowing as they can upon the icy banks,
they gathered their treasures and gave the gods their thanks,
but Hallbera had other plans, she went to kill one more man,
she crept into the homestead where the proud men drank.
There she found her father, drew her sword, and called him out,
she had unveiled his misleading and disgrace made him a lout,
with her grip tight on the blade, the King had tried to evade,
but the father lay dead, and so the men held no more doubt.
IV - Hel to Pay
It was over the course of the next few nights the men recalled
the Queen's bare breasted charge on the clergymen and their fall,
ruttish churchmen enchanted had taken an unclad sight for granted,
the Queen endured the jests, and laughter bellowed throughout the hall.
A blizzard raged with biting wind upon the roof as they drank mead,
but already the Queen was set on Hel, where these men she would lead,
and though the men may not understand, they would accept her command,
but if she wanted victory, she would need the sea and Njord's speed.
The journey would be treacherous, so a new ship was built to set sail,
and soon their thirst for blood would be taken aloft by Hel's gales,
the men asked Odin's blessing as Váli had Hallbera's heart in obsession,
there was only one action left before the warrior queen could prevail.
To die in battle with honor would send them to Valhalla's golden hall,
but it was the wretched realm of Hel where they were intent to crawl,
so one by one they slit their throats and then faded with their boat
and awoke to the acrid stench of death and Niflheim's frozen squalls.
V – Beneath the Third Root of Yggdrasil
The Queen and her men of fifty strong arose and then prepared for war,
they would mount their siege in the land of dead when they ran ashore,
hunting and slaying all who once died and destroying where they reside,
Hallbera would take to arms as well and seek revenge against this whore.
Upon the bridge Gjallarbrú the giantess Modgud threw rock and shards of ice,
it split the timber of the boat but they could no longer fear for their lives,
yet the ship was now lost to the depths of the Gjöll, a cold river of death,
so the men began to swim towards the rising wall in water piercing like knives.
They reached the Corpse Gate, Nágrind, where they met Garm, watchdog of Hel,
the Queen screamed out a war cry and within his rotted flesh her spear impaled,
she could not slay the beast but allowed her men to pass covered in shroud,
the hall's roof was woven from spines of serpents where the dead were jailed.
A half dying mass stood 'round cold blue flame with a veil of black lace,
Hallbera clenched her throat, tore the cloth away and spat into her face,
but there was to be no victory, the figure stood was Loki, god of trickery,
and already the dark depths of frozen Hel were beckoning her men to embrace.
VI - Dinner with an Unwelcome Guest
With eight legs and girth and the aid of wind, Sleipner the steed rushed in,
atop was Hermod, once messenger, and once more again returning to once been,
and Hermod called out to the one for whom which had vowed to weep none,
upon dismounting, he raised his sword and demanded Loki to admit his chagrin.
But Loki chuckled and Hel appeared, as Balder still sat the most honorable seat,
the Queen accompanied his side, as did her men, for there would be no retreat,
the Lord of Mischief began twisting words of which were as black as the birds,
but with the aid of Hermod, Hallbera could sense his lies and resisted deceit.
The messenger spoke, Loki did not belong as he should still have been chained,
the Vikings listened to the story, and Loki's once punishment was explained,
under a poison he lay for his crime and there he was to remain until came time
for him to take his place before beasts and giants to have the gods arraigned.
Hermod demanded the release of Hel's new grip or Odin swore to precipitate war,
Loki trembled and whispered cautiously that Hel might agree, as he so implored,
the men vanished and found themselves greeted by a golden hall of warriors seated,
and there appeared the figure of Hallbera knelt before the horde and Viking Lord.
VII - The Eve of Godly Fate
In the midst of Asgard, on the plains of Idavoll, the Queen was escorted,
this Tyr, a just companion, he spoke highly and she allowed herself courted,
the God of War professed intent, and underneath the trees she gave consent,
then with the aid of Frigg came forth the essence of a single life purported.
He allowed her to feast upon a bushel of Idun's apples near the Well of Urth,
and restoring the royalty line, this newly wedded queen, Hallbera, gave birth,
in only a single day the daughter came, and the two spelled the newborn's name,
Ásgun became a woman within a week and so Hallbera returned back to Earth.
Odin recognized her prowess and as Queen of the Valkyrie she was sent down
riding upon a wolf to each battlefield gathering only souls bearing renown,
Tyr had told the distance of coming doom, the new Valkyrie held no gloom,
she was the Queen of Man and War and her progeny was a counsel to the crown.
Back within the halls of Valhalla, Odin related warnings of the lasting storm,
the ever long winter was the final sign of Ragnarök and the ruling power reform,
Thor held his cup to toast for fate and to those who would remain to recreate,
and they continued to dine until the sound of Heimdall blowing the Gjallarhorn.
VIII - All Nine Realms Set Ablaze
Surtur, leader of Muspelheim, assembled his giants of the south with sword ignited,
on the verge of valiance, Hallbera took to arms and led her furies as one united,
the army of gods gathered to Thor's thunder as the red-blazed sky was torn asunder,
and sun and moon were consumed by chasing wolves leaving the Earth benighted.
The spirit of the Einherjar, including the Queen's men, met the Jötuns at Vigrond
storming out from the ship of nails, Naglfar, so the World Serpent had freed his bonds,
from the north on a second ship rode Loki and Hel upon the deadweight back from expel,
Bifröst cracked and broke as Surtur swung his sword of fire filling the vast beyond.
Brandishing his spear, Gungnir, Odin led the charge straight for Fenrir, the wolf brute,
as Thor fought his nemesis, Jörmungand the World Serpent, Heimdall met Loki's pursuit,
Hallbera finally clashed with the goddess of death as husband Tyr beheld Garm's breath,
the four all met their fates after feverish battle and soon the bouts became permute.
Thor held his hammer high after slaying the serpent, and only took nine steps back
before succumbing to its poison and fading, yet Odin focused on Fenrir and attacked,
after an age passed, Odin finally fell, consumed, and so it seemed the gods were doomed,
then Vidar tore off the wolf's jaw as Surtur scorched himself and all into the black.
IX - Runes of War
The Silent God and his vengeful brother being spared, arise to the new throne,
and they return to the former hall of Valhalla to wait, for they are not alone,
the sons of Thor, and Balder and Hod return to Idavoll to consult Hœnir's rod,
here they discuss the recent events of their told fate and the coming unknown.
The dwindling fires of Surtur slowly diminish leaving only Hodmimir's Wood,
and deep within this one forest only Lif and Lifthrasir, two humans, stood,
living only on the morning dew, they rebuild, and remake this Earth in new gild,
two heavens are built to house the dead as four halls keep the souls of good.
And in the new hall Náströnd, Nidhogg will suck the blood of the evil dead,
yet there is no misery in this new era, and only harmony and peace will spread,
and deep within the greatest hall of all, these new gods will sit and recall
the tale of Queen Hallbera, and her child, Ásgun, who now serves in her stead.
Being the daughter of a warrior queen and offspring to the once God of War
she took her place in the hall of Gimli so the children of men could adore,
carving runes into stone of her story, she told the saga of Hallbera's glory,
presiding over the throne of war, she ensured her legend was heard forevermore.
Like Rhakotis Still Standing
Lost and forgotten all in evasion,
due, in part, to the king's heart,
an overzealousness and persuasion
bore ultimately untimely invasion.
Yet through the haze and fog arose
two millennia past, all men amassed,
stretching in the harbor from repose
was the battalion of souls opposed.
Beneath stars they marched as one
to salvation or doom, and to consume
those who cursed a village they begun
as seafarers and the fishermen sons.
due, in part, to the king's heart,
an overzealousness and persuasion
bore ultimately untimely invasion.
Yet through the haze and fog arose
two millennia past, all men amassed,
stretching in the harbor from repose
was the battalion of souls opposed.
Beneath stars they marched as one
to salvation or doom, and to consume
those who cursed a village they begun
as seafarers and the fishermen sons.
A Permanent Algorithm
I counter-balanced the weights and measures,
the first and second, and then the third,
a production hypothesis of the cycle,
the revolution of each and every word.
I mapped the coordinates on my course,
and kept the documents within my grasp,
but each time I took a step forward
I would retract my theory to the last.
the first and second, and then the third,
a production hypothesis of the cycle,
the revolution of each and every word.
I mapped the coordinates on my course,
and kept the documents within my grasp,
but each time I took a step forward
I would retract my theory to the last.
8.19.2007
A Subconscious Subverted
An usurped power
providing no sanctity,
no sanctuary in undoing
for a means to redemption,
and yet no relinquishing,
no missteps, no mistakes,
no misgivings or regret,
writhed agony from mystery
in desperate, misled misery
to disguise the truth
of a seed planted, uneasy,
in such twisted motives
to erect in elevation,
your rivaled rampart
so ripe for decay,
but in you birthed visions
from a passive placation
of bastions of fruition
of fallacy for a heretic,
led so far from home,
caged in a bar less prison,
a stiff, stifling heart,
branded for heresy and Hell,
expected all in due time,
and cast out, dethroned,
discrowned and discredited
for my complete irrelevance.
providing no sanctity,
no sanctuary in undoing
for a means to redemption,
and yet no relinquishing,
no missteps, no mistakes,
no misgivings or regret,
writhed agony from mystery
in desperate, misled misery
to disguise the truth
of a seed planted, uneasy,
in such twisted motives
to erect in elevation,
your rivaled rampart
so ripe for decay,
but in you birthed visions
from a passive placation
of bastions of fruition
of fallacy for a heretic,
led so far from home,
caged in a bar less prison,
a stiff, stifling heart,
branded for heresy and Hell,
expected all in due time,
and cast out, dethroned,
discrowned and discredited
for my complete irrelevance.
8.14.2007
Mephisto Manifesto
At my desk I sat cowering and I wrote
each and every whispered sound and note,
my ears were burning and hair stood on end
as I scripted an unholy manifest for the fiend.
I was writing the names of souls to be burned,
but not until I reached the end had I learned
that last on the list would be a name my own,
and nothing I did, even this list, could atone.
each and every whispered sound and note,
my ears were burning and hair stood on end
as I scripted an unholy manifest for the fiend.
I was writing the names of souls to be burned,
but not until I reached the end had I learned
that last on the list would be a name my own,
and nothing I did, even this list, could atone.
Tales of Wealth
And here you are, you've come to meet
a simple man living on the street.
An honest man, with kinship to spare,
so grab us a newspaper and sit over here.
A story I'll tell if you have the ear,
and perhaps more if you buy me a beer.
Don't get me wrong, I work hard for myself,
but a rich man I'm not, tales are my wealth.
Most of the time I share with my friends,
but a verse to them is as common as wind.
And I bet you've not heard a story like mine,
one with the courage to make character defined.
So come by the fire and warm your hands,
I've got an epic of legends so grand...
a simple man living on the street.
An honest man, with kinship to spare,
so grab us a newspaper and sit over here.
A story I'll tell if you have the ear,
and perhaps more if you buy me a beer.
Don't get me wrong, I work hard for myself,
but a rich man I'm not, tales are my wealth.
Most of the time I share with my friends,
but a verse to them is as common as wind.
And I bet you've not heard a story like mine,
one with the courage to make character defined.
So come by the fire and warm your hands,
I've got an epic of legends so grand...
8.06.2007
The Sooth-Sayer
The start of the second century once seen sat upon his throne
this hostile, savage slayer in a castle of stones and bones,
there was his strong son with a lisp, as well as the sly mistress,
but most interesting was the sooth-sayer that history had missed,
this seer could do more than see some say, as some say they saw
and some say sounds seared the silence from behind his stone walls,
the sayer wore teeth beneath his chin and stored gems in his sack,
he spoke of futures from smooth stones but the slayer gave no slack,
this savage misheard or misunderstood, as the seer had spoken ill,
these tidings sat unwell, so the sayer's neck met axe upon the hill.
this hostile, savage slayer in a castle of stones and bones,
there was his strong son with a lisp, as well as the sly mistress,
but most interesting was the sooth-sayer that history had missed,
this seer could do more than see some say, as some say they saw
and some say sounds seared the silence from behind his stone walls,
the sayer wore teeth beneath his chin and stored gems in his sack,
he spoke of futures from smooth stones but the slayer gave no slack,
this savage misheard or misunderstood, as the seer had spoken ill,
these tidings sat unwell, so the sayer's neck met axe upon the hill.
The Calico Empowerment
Heed my whispered warning, friend,
as she makes her approach, kneel and bow,
see the malice and anguish of the lady Gölgga,
tales of her treachery unbeknownst to all.
Keep your eyes down, hypnotic her gaze,
a siren born of sin and flame,
this she-devil enacts her vengeance
upon all the lustful men.
Consume you, she will, into nihility,
don't relinquish your guard,
such trickery in her morbid rhymes,
but clearly translucent to the less seduced.
She feasts on fools in their new narcosis,
and see, her hunger is second only to one,
trailing proper at her feet...
a spectre of a feline with crimson eyes.
as she makes her approach, kneel and bow,
see the malice and anguish of the lady Gölgga,
tales of her treachery unbeknownst to all.
Keep your eyes down, hypnotic her gaze,
a siren born of sin and flame,
this she-devil enacts her vengeance
upon all the lustful men.
Consume you, she will, into nihility,
don't relinquish your guard,
such trickery in her morbid rhymes,
but clearly translucent to the less seduced.
She feasts on fools in their new narcosis,
and see, her hunger is second only to one,
trailing proper at her feet...
a spectre of a feline with crimson eyes.
Dysuria and God
Lodged deep inside the tract
lay the tiny crystal aggregation.
Concreted down and held in,
I writhed in pain and agony
from the hardened calculi.
X-rays showed something there
that I had already believed in,
but they could deny no longer.
The technician shoved in a tube
to release most of the pressure
and then I pissed out the stone.
lay the tiny crystal aggregation.
Concreted down and held in,
I writhed in pain and agony
from the hardened calculi.
X-rays showed something there
that I had already believed in,
but they could deny no longer.
The technician shoved in a tube
to release most of the pressure
and then I pissed out the stone.
8.03.2007
Erzsébet
Found contrary a bride in nobility,
for in Čachtice came condemnation
of explicit impositions at the turn
of a century unstable; undoing all
within home and en route to Vienna,
along roads and each own fortress,
but at most residing in no attire
for fortune and for her vain hope,
all while the consort was away
she gave into his and her affairs
as he gave reason in a long war
for begging of the black crusade
back to those who wronged a nation,
yet savagery was kept in secrecy
in hearth and home, but a mirror
would reflect much more at heart,
and a truth of the matter permits
a view of her carnivorous nature;
a boycott of denial of a desire
to feed on flesh and sweet youth,
a bitter temptation in the blood
of the fair sex that filled a bath
for this enchanting, noble creature
who met her fate as the caged beast
at best in turning a century unstable.
for in Čachtice came condemnation
of explicit impositions at the turn
of a century unstable; undoing all
within home and en route to Vienna,
along roads and each own fortress,
but at most residing in no attire
for fortune and for her vain hope,
all while the consort was away
she gave into his and her affairs
as he gave reason in a long war
for begging of the black crusade
back to those who wronged a nation,
yet savagery was kept in secrecy
in hearth and home, but a mirror
would reflect much more at heart,
and a truth of the matter permits
a view of her carnivorous nature;
a boycott of denial of a desire
to feed on flesh and sweet youth,
a bitter temptation in the blood
of the fair sex that filled a bath
for this enchanting, noble creature
who met her fate as the caged beast
at best in turning a century unstable.
The Engine
Back behind the park I walked the tracks,
but off in the distance I saw the smoke stacks,
and I could hear the sound of the coming train,
this time would be different, this time I remained.
Despite my shouts before, it had always passed by,
but as the train neared, it could see into my eyes,
the roaring engine slowed, then the wheels stood still,
and my boarding that enchanted train soon became real.
I rode the train for years, preparing for the ride,
I looked on in content as the world flew on by,
sometimes the track circled, but the destination stayed,
our course for the station drew near despite the delay.
Eventually the locomotive grew weary from the race,
it regretted its baggage and cargo, and slowed its pace,
after all, the engine could work less without the cars,
but now with me aboard, it would never make it far.
It detached from the rest, and abandoned the tracks,
it left no warning, no goodbyes, and no looking back,
I was scared at first, but then anger later came,
so then I shouted, but nothing would ever be the same.
I remained on course, but thought I would soon stop,
but the only thing that stopped that day was my watch,
the train kept on going, and so I looked on outside,
I passed the station, the place that became a lie.
The train began to turn, and so I prayed it would derail,
if only I hadn't boarded, then the train could never fail,
though the cars are old and gray, the engine had a grace,
now I can only hope that the engine can find its place.
but off in the distance I saw the smoke stacks,
and I could hear the sound of the coming train,
this time would be different, this time I remained.
Despite my shouts before, it had always passed by,
but as the train neared, it could see into my eyes,
the roaring engine slowed, then the wheels stood still,
and my boarding that enchanted train soon became real.
I rode the train for years, preparing for the ride,
I looked on in content as the world flew on by,
sometimes the track circled, but the destination stayed,
our course for the station drew near despite the delay.
Eventually the locomotive grew weary from the race,
it regretted its baggage and cargo, and slowed its pace,
after all, the engine could work less without the cars,
but now with me aboard, it would never make it far.
It detached from the rest, and abandoned the tracks,
it left no warning, no goodbyes, and no looking back,
I was scared at first, but then anger later came,
so then I shouted, but nothing would ever be the same.
I remained on course, but thought I would soon stop,
but the only thing that stopped that day was my watch,
the train kept on going, and so I looked on outside,
I passed the station, the place that became a lie.
The train began to turn, and so I prayed it would derail,
if only I hadn't boarded, then the train could never fail,
though the cars are old and gray, the engine had a grace,
now I can only hope that the engine can find its place.
At Farhaven Inn
I've conversed with the kings and drank wine with the queens,
and I've had my nightly flings and tasted the world's cuisine.
I've drank so much fine liquor and I've slept so many years,
but no one will guess where I've been since I've disappeared.
I've been at Farhaven Inn, my friends, a simple little shack,
hidden in mountains, and which is led by no roads or tracks.
You won't find warmongers in this fair heaven at Farhaven Inn,
unlike from Washington to London or from Baghdad to Berlin.
No rape or poverty, no murder or unavailing political debates,
we here at Farhaven Inn have become the first true free state.
We've said goodbye to such nations when they've become vainglorious,
and without shedding a tear our neutrality does decree us victorious.
So if my friends ask where I've been, tell them I'm at Farhaven Inn,
and when America's light grows dim then we might say farewell again.
and I've had my nightly flings and tasted the world's cuisine.
I've drank so much fine liquor and I've slept so many years,
but no one will guess where I've been since I've disappeared.
I've been at Farhaven Inn, my friends, a simple little shack,
hidden in mountains, and which is led by no roads or tracks.
You won't find warmongers in this fair heaven at Farhaven Inn,
unlike from Washington to London or from Baghdad to Berlin.
No rape or poverty, no murder or unavailing political debates,
we here at Farhaven Inn have become the first true free state.
We've said goodbye to such nations when they've become vainglorious,
and without shedding a tear our neutrality does decree us victorious.
So if my friends ask where I've been, tell them I'm at Farhaven Inn,
and when America's light grows dim then we might say farewell again.
Tiamat
The Earth and Sky parted, a chasm to agree
I slipped a tongue into Tiamat under three
A cult into the bottomless gulf had begun
My Lilith and I cursed at too stable a sun
And within her I planted my swarming seed
Tenfold of primal urge, a chasm that agreed
I slipped a tongue into Tiamat under three
A cult into the bottomless gulf had begun
My Lilith and I cursed at too stable a sun
And within her I planted my swarming seed
Tenfold of primal urge, a chasm that agreed
Uayeb
Unlucky god N,
lead me to the end of Haab,
break pots and douse flame
while god and man become one
and deities walk the earth.
lead me to the end of Haab,
break pots and douse flame
while god and man become one
and deities walk the earth.
Chemical Response
Nothing more than modest imbalance,
just a response to this neglect,
you've grown weak, and this is callous,
but the affect is dire and direct.
The compound released and began,
connecting to vitals and all,
mapping its own deceptive plan,
and chronicling your rise and fall.
Yet it's nothing more than a rebuttal,
a statement, a simple retort for you,
it creeps in slowly, ever so subtle,
and despite the warning, you're through.
just a response to this neglect,
you've grown weak, and this is callous,
but the affect is dire and direct.
The compound released and began,
connecting to vitals and all,
mapping its own deceptive plan,
and chronicling your rise and fall.
Yet it's nothing more than a rebuttal,
a statement, a simple retort for you,
it creeps in slowly, ever so subtle,
and despite the warning, you're through.
8.02.2007
My Isotopic Chemosphere
The great division in the masses
brought by a ventilation of gasses,
but there's equality after the storm,
despite their hurry and hustle to scorn.
It's damn near chemical contraband,
a black market they can reprimand,
they monitor the source with idealists,
and proclaim defects with their chemists.
I breathe the darkness into my lungs
and naturally malignant cancer is sung,
and however benign that sleeps in the rest,
I take in my surroundings, and make the best.
brought by a ventilation of gasses,
but there's equality after the storm,
despite their hurry and hustle to scorn.
It's damn near chemical contraband,
a black market they can reprimand,
they monitor the source with idealists,
and proclaim defects with their chemists.
I breathe the darkness into my lungs
and naturally malignant cancer is sung,
and however benign that sleeps in the rest,
I take in my surroundings, and make the best.
Sunshine
Sick like a trying desperation
you scurry about in futile devotion,
but you make mistakes and keep moving,
and never look back, and never question,
and you never compensate with compassion,
and you will never realize...
all sunshine and no rain makes a desert.
you scurry about in futile devotion,
but you make mistakes and keep moving,
and never look back, and never question,
and you never compensate with compassion,
and you will never realize...
all sunshine and no rain makes a desert.
Confessions of a Cancerous Mind
The ebony tar fills my lungs and coats my esophagus
with enveloping constraints of plague and malcontent,
and the dark oil stench fills this new sarcophagus
as I alone now sit and ponder my spiraling dissent.
The framework of my shell is built under dust and soot
where I’ll rest my mind after it’s fought its last fight,
my heart flutters at this thought of in soil I’ll be put
for I dread no more, but hope on my darkest night.
with enveloping constraints of plague and malcontent,
and the dark oil stench fills this new sarcophagus
as I alone now sit and ponder my spiraling dissent.
The framework of my shell is built under dust and soot
where I’ll rest my mind after it’s fought its last fight,
my heart flutters at this thought of in soil I’ll be put
for I dread no more, but hope on my darkest night.
The Calm
An ironic sense of mediocrity,
a tame serenity near the core,
a blanket of peaceful pressure
all surrounding, so you ignore.
But you will all witness it now,
he is the calm before the storm,
no measure or scale will read,
no broadcast or siren will warn.
a tame serenity near the core,
a blanket of peaceful pressure
all surrounding, so you ignore.
But you will all witness it now,
he is the calm before the storm,
no measure or scale will read,
no broadcast or siren will warn.
7.31.2007
Swept Away on a Bitter Eve
That somber eve condemning me
was my malice anguish of past,
Swept from my loft by his horse,
riding into darkness at last…!
Under the blood-stained moon
we cut through air like his blade,
This dastardly horseman roared
as my torment and grief decayed.
Quickly over the threshold
of the revelations at my feet,
My distasteful surrendering
was my sole, sane retreat.
And at the heart of the journey
was her transfixing medallion,
Grasped in one hand, and
the other upon Death’s stallion.
was my malice anguish of past,
Swept from my loft by his horse,
riding into darkness at last…!
Under the blood-stained moon
we cut through air like his blade,
This dastardly horseman roared
as my torment and grief decayed.
Quickly over the threshold
of the revelations at my feet,
My distasteful surrendering
was my sole, sane retreat.
And at the heart of the journey
was her transfixing medallion,
Grasped in one hand, and
the other upon Death’s stallion.
Losing Lenore
A grim and darkened sorrowful tale
of a dimming fancy, henceforth ail.
Shallow green swallowed eyes, skin pale,
my conscience since adrift and frail.
A valorous faith in that lustful sin,
and a wicked pleasure in her grin.
Her seducing vitality from within,
enthralled as if lost in gin.
Her adorned amulet had whispered low
of reverie, in which one could bestow.
This lone enchantress, a sole doe,
I had once believed to know.
But swiftly risen of ill will was a harpy,
and inflicted vengeance of jealousy.
This dire revelation taunted to me,
a wrath of hell, and of yours truly.
A treacherous traitor, accused heretic,
but the actions alone will contradict.
This deceiver, this siren, will afflict
what she believed to have been tricked.
This wretched imposition awakened,
now deserted and solitarily shaken.
So lest my heart be forsaken,
withhold this pondering taken.
of a dimming fancy, henceforth ail.
Shallow green swallowed eyes, skin pale,
my conscience since adrift and frail.
A valorous faith in that lustful sin,
and a wicked pleasure in her grin.
Her seducing vitality from within,
enthralled as if lost in gin.
Her adorned amulet had whispered low
of reverie, in which one could bestow.
This lone enchantress, a sole doe,
I had once believed to know.
But swiftly risen of ill will was a harpy,
and inflicted vengeance of jealousy.
This dire revelation taunted to me,
a wrath of hell, and of yours truly.
A treacherous traitor, accused heretic,
but the actions alone will contradict.
This deceiver, this siren, will afflict
what she believed to have been tricked.
This wretched imposition awakened,
now deserted and solitarily shaken.
So lest my heart be forsaken,
withhold this pondering taken.
The Veil
Your stolen vanity cannot cover a truth
of which you deceive yourself by youth.
And hope cannot comfort your grief
without another's undying belief.
Impatience has become you for it all,
yet for what and why I cannot recall.
Forgotten by choice is your purpose,
a content within you, but not for us.
Your rotted core, now for which I adore,
yet still, you yearn and lust for more.
You uncover the veil and strip the gown
to urges of jealousy to which I am bound.
of which you deceive yourself by youth.
And hope cannot comfort your grief
without another's undying belief.
Impatience has become you for it all,
yet for what and why I cannot recall.
Forgotten by choice is your purpose,
a content within you, but not for us.
Your rotted core, now for which I adore,
yet still, you yearn and lust for more.
You uncover the veil and strip the gown
to urges of jealousy to which I am bound.
A Sweet Serenade
Please forgive misgivings, and my repose,
and a distant intimacy seeking unknown,
a near hollowed core dazed in wear,
all such bound in fault of my own.
This of an adversary of trivial matter,
so we emerge triumphant each time,
within, I foresee pressing times come worse,
but our pinnacle is passion and resolve.
A sweet serenade is my burnt offering,
a requiem of heartfelt hand in hand,
side by side we will conquer all,
and this I give, a vow like none other.
and a distant intimacy seeking unknown,
a near hollowed core dazed in wear,
all such bound in fault of my own.
This of an adversary of trivial matter,
so we emerge triumphant each time,
within, I foresee pressing times come worse,
but our pinnacle is passion and resolve.
A sweet serenade is my burnt offering,
a requiem of heartfelt hand in hand,
side by side we will conquer all,
and this I give, a vow like none other.
Drifter
I drift when I drive, and dread when I arrive,
so I just sit outside, where I'll feel more alive.
I'm tempting the fates with my all consuming hate,
and still my need to create lies in a dormant state.
Whispering a comatose breath, brought on like Seth,
I heed my own death as sure as the fall of Macbeth.
An eventless, winding road, driven to my own ode,
with a machine in corrode and equipped to explode.
Here I am effortlessly alert but restlessly inert,
and never could I convert until settling in dirt.
I swear it's so hard to care in a world unfair,
and to prepare when everyone has become unaware.
I desire the trust, but yet settle in dust,
and when nothing is just, the world can combust.
With apathy a virtue, only tolerance is true,
so the peaceful view is something long overdue.
Rooted deep in my mind is this thought to remind,
and my temper now blind for all of mankind.
so I just sit outside, where I'll feel more alive.
I'm tempting the fates with my all consuming hate,
and still my need to create lies in a dormant state.
Whispering a comatose breath, brought on like Seth,
I heed my own death as sure as the fall of Macbeth.
An eventless, winding road, driven to my own ode,
with a machine in corrode and equipped to explode.
Here I am effortlessly alert but restlessly inert,
and never could I convert until settling in dirt.
I swear it's so hard to care in a world unfair,
and to prepare when everyone has become unaware.
I desire the trust, but yet settle in dust,
and when nothing is just, the world can combust.
With apathy a virtue, only tolerance is true,
so the peaceful view is something long overdue.
Rooted deep in my mind is this thought to remind,
and my temper now blind for all of mankind.
7.28.2007
Shattered
I was not the closest, but I cannot forget,
and I know you never warranted any of this.
Mangled metal and shattered glass made silence,
their thoughtless disregard had tipped the balance.
Your abated vitality was instantaneously taken,
and left only another's volatile nature forsaken.
The fault was not yours, you could not have known,
yet the other's implication prevents their atone.
This oversight left them visionless and stray,
and they destroyed more than one life that day.
The good die young, they say, and now I know
you would want this swelled hatred in me to go.
and I know you never warranted any of this.
Mangled metal and shattered glass made silence,
their thoughtless disregard had tipped the balance.
Your abated vitality was instantaneously taken,
and left only another's volatile nature forsaken.
The fault was not yours, you could not have known,
yet the other's implication prevents their atone.
This oversight left them visionless and stray,
and they destroyed more than one life that day.
The good die young, they say, and now I know
you would want this swelled hatred in me to go.
Section 8
An abode in an asylum,
bound in bowels with bedlamites,
yet certain I can circumvent
degradation and decay,
and escape.
bound in bowels with bedlamites,
yet certain I can circumvent
degradation and decay,
and escape.
A Fun Day
You had a blast
when I buried you
in sand
up to your neck,
until you realized
I wasn't done.
when I buried you
in sand
up to your neck,
until you realized
I wasn't done.
7.25.2007
Choke
The seconds tick, and a bit too quick
to choke the life right from his lungs,
and a heart too old to be too young
and formerly here, but now he is gone,
mistakenly humble, utterly withdrawn,
such irony to dream at night and not day,
a bullet fired astray who cannot obey,
who hates the game he is meant to play
but now is the time to put his toys away,
inhaling through decay and callousness
to relinquish and confess to suppress
with no progress in such endlessness,
with shut eyes and open arms he stands
to welcome the tugging culprit hands
to expand, to undergo and make demands
with spiteful words and a bitter tongue
to choke the life right from his lungs.
to choke the life right from his lungs,
and a heart too old to be too young
and formerly here, but now he is gone,
mistakenly humble, utterly withdrawn,
such irony to dream at night and not day,
a bullet fired astray who cannot obey,
who hates the game he is meant to play
but now is the time to put his toys away,
inhaling through decay and callousness
to relinquish and confess to suppress
with no progress in such endlessness,
with shut eyes and open arms he stands
to welcome the tugging culprit hands
to expand, to undergo and make demands
with spiteful words and a bitter tongue
to choke the life right from his lungs.
7.07.2007
A Silent Bequeathal
Stolen rations and wage,
allocations softly taken
from Moria and doom's view,
despoiled and torn
as promising plunder:
Judgement Day.
allocations softly taken
from Moria and doom's view,
despoiled and torn
as promising plunder:
Judgement Day.
Retrenchment
Remaining
regrettably
resilient
to restoration,
right,
and repair.
Ready to run
to retire
in remise.
Reaping only rot,
remorse,
retreat,
and recession.
Riding
into rejection.
regrettably
resilient
to restoration,
right,
and repair.
Ready to run
to retire
in remise.
Reaping only rot,
remorse,
retreat,
and recession.
Riding
into rejection.
Antagonists
Your censure by a panel
of unjust judges and jury
for conformity
from arrogance
brought you harmony
in their euthanasia.
of unjust judges and jury
for conformity
from arrogance
brought you harmony
in their euthanasia.
Dependence Day
What are you going to tell little Johnny Jr.
when he's "old enough to understand?"
Will you tell him that his “daddy died
defending his family, Freedom, and land?”
What did you see in the bathroom mirror
reflecting back before the glass hit the floor?
Did you see a proud father who believed
Johnny fought for Justice and Liberty offshore?
Or did you see a sever in your own lineage,
a Judas, a traitor to the King and his Crown?
Will the flag you bought on the twelfth of ‘01
keep you warm when Johnny’s not around?
Will you creep in the shadows and stray
from the light, blinded by your arrogance?
Or will you rise up on your own two feet
and no longer accept Voluntary ignorance?
Will you stand up all on your own now
or will you just continue to stay hidden?
Will you keep the secret of your detest
and indulge on all that has been forbidden?
Will fruitless labor of your sweat and blood
find you awake at night as you fight tears?
Will you Vote in ’08 for someone “better”
and bring Honor to your son’s final years?
Will Apple Pie and Baseball be your shield
against Terror and potential Nuclear War?
Or will you declare your own Independence,
an autarchy apart they can no longer ignore?
when he's "old enough to understand?"
Will you tell him that his “daddy died
defending his family, Freedom, and land?”
What did you see in the bathroom mirror
reflecting back before the glass hit the floor?
Did you see a proud father who believed
Johnny fought for Justice and Liberty offshore?
Or did you see a sever in your own lineage,
a Judas, a traitor to the King and his Crown?
Will the flag you bought on the twelfth of ‘01
keep you warm when Johnny’s not around?
Will you creep in the shadows and stray
from the light, blinded by your arrogance?
Or will you rise up on your own two feet
and no longer accept Voluntary ignorance?
Will you stand up all on your own now
or will you just continue to stay hidden?
Will you keep the secret of your detest
and indulge on all that has been forbidden?
Will fruitless labor of your sweat and blood
find you awake at night as you fight tears?
Will you Vote in ’08 for someone “better”
and bring Honor to your son’s final years?
Will Apple Pie and Baseball be your shield
against Terror and potential Nuclear War?
Or will you declare your own Independence,
an autarchy apart they can no longer ignore?
7.04.2007
Return of the White Stag
Upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tiding
you closed your eyes and awoke, and inhaled
as the foliage of your soon paradise unveiled
off in the great distance no longer in hiding.
Atop escort woe and heartache began subsiding
and soon all prosperity and tranquility regaled,
upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tidings
you closed your eyes and awoke, and inhaled.
Pure essentia in euphoria in home-swept guiding,
the journey through pastures of clover availed
a quaint home where kindred spirits prevailed,
and your soul gave thanks for those presiding
upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tiding.
you closed your eyes and awoke, and inhaled
as the foliage of your soon paradise unveiled
off in the great distance no longer in hiding.
Atop escort woe and heartache began subsiding
and soon all prosperity and tranquility regaled,
upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tidings
you closed your eyes and awoke, and inhaled.
Pure essentia in euphoria in home-swept guiding,
the journey through pastures of clover availed
a quaint home where kindred spirits prevailed,
and your soul gave thanks for those presiding
upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tiding.
Gaians
Utopia
is green paradise rapture,
arcadia is home and Canaan is capital, the
timberline becomes shelter
to emissaries desiring hope,
love greenhorn gives Terra, mother goddess,
given peace, not hatred; forsaken umbrage,
mankind in sin, men of misdeeds
never forget
- Gaians -
forget never
misdeeds of men, sin in mankind,
umbrage forsaken; hatred, not peace, given
goddess mother; Terra, gives greenhorn love,
hope desiring emissaries, to
shelter becomes timberline,
the capital is Canaan and home is arcadia,
rapture paradise green is
utopia.
is green paradise rapture,
arcadia is home and Canaan is capital, the
timberline becomes shelter
to emissaries desiring hope,
love greenhorn gives Terra, mother goddess,
given peace, not hatred; forsaken umbrage,
mankind in sin, men of misdeeds
never forget
- Gaians -
forget never
misdeeds of men, sin in mankind,
umbrage forsaken; hatred, not peace, given
goddess mother; Terra, gives greenhorn love,
hope desiring emissaries, to
shelter becomes timberline,
the capital is Canaan and home is arcadia,
rapture paradise green is
utopia.
7.01.2007
Power(less)
Within
my domain
I remain vigilant
despite
ruthless persecution,
scorned
in my own kingdom
for what I am:
mall cop.
my domain
I remain vigilant
despite
ruthless persecution,
scorned
in my own kingdom
for what I am:
mall cop.
I Have You Pegged
Either your intellect
is perspicacious
and immeasurable,
or you were once
dropped on your head.
is perspicacious
and immeasurable,
or you were once
dropped on your head.
140 mg of Caffeine
Late nights
wired with the bolt,
a hyperactive radio,
and StarCrunch cookies,
rushing
and crashing
into early mornings,
coming unglued.
wired with the bolt,
a hyperactive radio,
and StarCrunch cookies,
rushing
and crashing
into early mornings,
coming unglued.
Wake
Beneath the worn relics of vanished ancients
glistening essence poured a pool of waking,
a cloudless reclamation of enchantment.
In frore waters she stood stark without shaking,
calmed by new incitement and the cleansing hour,
shedding nimble husk through her soul-retaking.
She bathed herself in crystal native showers,
again she danced with all the aeon amidst,
passions for her own spirit to empower.
Baptized in the immortal fountain dismissed
by all who refuse whole truth or to subsist.
glistening essence poured a pool of waking,
a cloudless reclamation of enchantment.
In frore waters she stood stark without shaking,
calmed by new incitement and the cleansing hour,
shedding nimble husk through her soul-retaking.
She bathed herself in crystal native showers,
again she danced with all the aeon amidst,
passions for her own spirit to empower.
Baptized in the immortal fountain dismissed
by all who refuse whole truth or to subsist.
6.26.2007
Class Clown Overachiever
There's no end to how much I instigate
like when I made you believe Watergate,
I faked the whole Kennedy assassination,
and I was high when I wrote Revelations,
I dug deep holes and buried big stones
so you'd think they were "dinosaur" bones,
I told Columbus that the world was round,
I made Darwin think his thoughts profound,
I faked the moon landing back in '69,
and made Joan of Arc think her will divine,
there's no end to how much I have created
like when she faked it when you ejaculated,
so when you brag of giving Ricky that wedgie,
remember how much you suck compared to me.
like when I made you believe Watergate,
I faked the whole Kennedy assassination,
and I was high when I wrote Revelations,
I dug deep holes and buried big stones
so you'd think they were "dinosaur" bones,
I told Columbus that the world was round,
I made Darwin think his thoughts profound,
I faked the moon landing back in '69,
and made Joan of Arc think her will divine,
there's no end to how much I have created
like when she faked it when you ejaculated,
so when you brag of giving Ricky that wedgie,
remember how much you suck compared to me.
6.25.2007
The Leonine
Of loyalty and blood and rebirth they elected to pride’s worth
that which seemingly did not belong, a fellowship of a throng,
bound by marks of beast and man which led to their own ban
from common civility and grace, for solace no more embraced,
deep within each tainted grove while two lions guarded cove
the nine legions had sacrificed and underwent the secret rites,
they being adept to this history, the forth of Mithras mystery,
led by Regulus, their own heart, they followed upon impart
to the blackened and forgotten comforting each misbegotten.
With leonine facies expelled, within anathema they rebelled,
with the great Sickle in hand Nemeans struck to make demands,
the covenant of flame took hold and scorched all of ebon-gold,
severing heads, devouring the meek from Cilicia to Belgique,
tugging at the Ashafera mane leading to lit scourge campaigns
across decadent Europa fields brandishing swords and shields
forged in the flesh of men with fast hearts and staunch skin,
Denebola lashed out from behind against an intolerant mankind,
they drained Nile from eclipse, as with all the waters in Egypt.
On horses galloping to end, upon horizon they would descend
into the east to return to city, but no remorse and never pity,
no tears would slip the feline eyes as they awaited to reprise,
the wicked sons of primal face found within their own place,
their home that of retribution by means of a fiery revolution,
setting aflame to the walls of men that will soon rise again,
but every ninth moon and ninth year on the horizon will appear
the burning pyre of hate and spite that will overtake the night,
and you will see a lion's sign and the raging rank of the Leonine.
that which seemingly did not belong, a fellowship of a throng,
bound by marks of beast and man which led to their own ban
from common civility and grace, for solace no more embraced,
deep within each tainted grove while two lions guarded cove
the nine legions had sacrificed and underwent the secret rites,
they being adept to this history, the forth of Mithras mystery,
led by Regulus, their own heart, they followed upon impart
to the blackened and forgotten comforting each misbegotten.
With leonine facies expelled, within anathema they rebelled,
with the great Sickle in hand Nemeans struck to make demands,
the covenant of flame took hold and scorched all of ebon-gold,
severing heads, devouring the meek from Cilicia to Belgique,
tugging at the Ashafera mane leading to lit scourge campaigns
across decadent Europa fields brandishing swords and shields
forged in the flesh of men with fast hearts and staunch skin,
Denebola lashed out from behind against an intolerant mankind,
they drained Nile from eclipse, as with all the waters in Egypt.
On horses galloping to end, upon horizon they would descend
into the east to return to city, but no remorse and never pity,
no tears would slip the feline eyes as they awaited to reprise,
the wicked sons of primal face found within their own place,
their home that of retribution by means of a fiery revolution,
setting aflame to the walls of men that will soon rise again,
but every ninth moon and ninth year on the horizon will appear
the burning pyre of hate and spite that will overtake the night,
and you will see a lion's sign and the raging rank of the Leonine.
Over Earl Grey
So, did you two hear about the big law suit
Motley Crue filed about managerial disputes?
"Oh, sure, as if Tommy Lee is a little genius,
since the wank gives more thought to his penis."
"Hey, you know I do not appreciate that speech."
"Then maybe you should practice what you preach."
"Excuse me, you selfish liar? Not sure I follow."
"Maybe you just bite more than you can swallow."
"Ok, I think I see where you are going with this,
pardon me but I just cannot help but reminisce
when you told that woman a bit you should not,
and please do not tell me you thought I forgot."
"Oh, whatever, asshole. I really should have known,
I mean, isn't it enough now that I am all alone?"
"Fine, we can just talk about something else then,
did you hear about Paris halving time in the pen?"
"Of course I heard, I always have my eyes on her,
but in all honesty, Lindsay is the one I prefer."
"Yeah, you always did like the whores, it seems."
"Thanks, bastard, you always did raise my esteem."
"Well, it's not like you ever listened to me anyway."
"That's probably because intelligence hates to obey."
"I am going to take the high road and ignore that."
"Or you will bring it up later, you spoiled brat,
since you seem to love holding a grudge against me."
Okay, fuck it! Why can't you both get along and agree?
I'm fucking sick of your blubbering whines and revel,
I'm done having this cup of tea with God and the Devil.
Motley Crue filed about managerial disputes?
"Oh, sure, as if Tommy Lee is a little genius,
since the wank gives more thought to his penis."
"Hey, you know I do not appreciate that speech."
"Then maybe you should practice what you preach."
"Excuse me, you selfish liar? Not sure I follow."
"Maybe you just bite more than you can swallow."
"Ok, I think I see where you are going with this,
pardon me but I just cannot help but reminisce
when you told that woman a bit you should not,
and please do not tell me you thought I forgot."
"Oh, whatever, asshole. I really should have known,
I mean, isn't it enough now that I am all alone?"
"Fine, we can just talk about something else then,
did you hear about Paris halving time in the pen?"
"Of course I heard, I always have my eyes on her,
but in all honesty, Lindsay is the one I prefer."
"Yeah, you always did like the whores, it seems."
"Thanks, bastard, you always did raise my esteem."
"Well, it's not like you ever listened to me anyway."
"That's probably because intelligence hates to obey."
"I am going to take the high road and ignore that."
"Or you will bring it up later, you spoiled brat,
since you seem to love holding a grudge against me."
Okay, fuck it! Why can't you both get along and agree?
I'm fucking sick of your blubbering whines and revel,
I'm done having this cup of tea with God and the Devil.
Soul Painting Aurora Borealis
At twilight, I knew she was awake
with illuminescent essence in acrylic
and the brush strokes as my eyes dart
back and forth over the nightly canvas
with my own deep breath as the lacquer,
sleepily drifting into heightened hues
that touched the lake as watercolors
and oxidized oils stretching the beyond,
then the pink pigments began pixilation
as my thoughts scattered and came to rest
upon her soft pastel face that glistened,
and at dawn, I knew she again slumbered.
with illuminescent essence in acrylic
and the brush strokes as my eyes dart
back and forth over the nightly canvas
with my own deep breath as the lacquer,
sleepily drifting into heightened hues
that touched the lake as watercolors
and oxidized oils stretching the beyond,
then the pink pigments began pixilation
as my thoughts scattered and came to rest
upon her soft pastel face that glistened,
and at dawn, I knew she again slumbered.
6.19.2007
La Principessa della Gente
From Sicilia to Sardegna, on each meager street
the bruised and the beggars sleep under her wing,
to sickly and each orphan- soft lullabies to sing
while held to bosom, she never tires on swift feet.
Through alleys and under eaves her will discreet,
for she lives in modesty, so humble in all things.
Eyes of esoteric humanity, the envy of all kings,
allowing accomplished tasks, completing all feats.
To the meek and trembling she offers protection,
the woman is republic itself, sovereign madonna.
She would say her beauty lay in imperfezione,
yet it is beautiful faults that make perfection.
So delicata and bella, sweet principessa Italiana,
with open lips and hands a prince offers affection.
the bruised and the beggars sleep under her wing,
to sickly and each orphan- soft lullabies to sing
while held to bosom, she never tires on swift feet.
Through alleys and under eaves her will discreet,
for she lives in modesty, so humble in all things.
Eyes of esoteric humanity, the envy of all kings,
allowing accomplished tasks, completing all feats.
To the meek and trembling she offers protection,
the woman is republic itself, sovereign madonna.
She would say her beauty lay in imperfezione,
yet it is beautiful faults that make perfection.
So delicata and bella, sweet principessa Italiana,
with open lips and hands a prince offers affection.
The Old Laws
Perhaps such a pleasurable paradox
by the perceived and under pressure
to a partly powerless perfection,
for in the written words of why
waits the wisdom of what would be
while the world will walk away,
longing like lights looking down
little by little we begin to learn:
"Love is the law, love under will."
by the perceived and under pressure
to a partly powerless perfection,
for in the written words of why
waits the wisdom of what would be
while the world will walk away,
longing like lights looking down
little by little we begin to learn:
"Love is the law, love under will."
Two Tickets to Venice
Over the isles, the sea, and the Veneta lagoon
we landed down in great Venezia at day break,
I quenched my begging thirst that afternoon
and for the first time in years I felt awake.
On a gondola in the canal, in old opera houses,
through St. Mark's Square and the parliaments,
in all six sestieri and in the borque palaces
your hand was held in my own wherever we went.
In your eyes I saw a heart's passion of heritage,
by sharing this with me my old faith will renew,
and as the sun set to twilight at the water's edge
I fell for Venice almost as much as I fell for you.
we landed down in great Venezia at day break,
I quenched my begging thirst that afternoon
and for the first time in years I felt awake.
On a gondola in the canal, in old opera houses,
through St. Mark's Square and the parliaments,
in all six sestieri and in the borque palaces
your hand was held in my own wherever we went.
In your eyes I saw a heart's passion of heritage,
by sharing this with me my old faith will renew,
and as the sun set to twilight at the water's edge
I fell for Venice almost as much as I fell for you.
6.12.2007
The Salesman
You’ve led a worthless life,
your days are such a bore,
while you were pondering this
a salesman came to the door.
He greeted you with charm,
but you stood there so coy,
then he told you of his product,
he had come to sell you joy.
You became perplexed at this,
you were determined to know,
Is this happiness guaranteed?
The salesman’s reply was "No."
You then asked for a price,
his answer was "Free,"
your confusion only grew,
But how could this be?
The product he was offering
was something you had lost,
no guaranteed satisfaction,
and yet, it had no cost.
One more question arose,
you were determined to know,
Had anyone bought it before?
Once again, he said "No."
your days are such a bore,
while you were pondering this
a salesman came to the door.
He greeted you with charm,
but you stood there so coy,
then he told you of his product,
he had come to sell you joy.
You became perplexed at this,
you were determined to know,
Is this happiness guaranteed?
The salesman’s reply was "No."
You then asked for a price,
his answer was "Free,"
your confusion only grew,
But how could this be?
The product he was offering
was something you had lost,
no guaranteed satisfaction,
and yet, it had no cost.
One more question arose,
you were determined to know,
Had anyone bought it before?
Once again, he said "No."
6.08.2007
Money Don't Grow on Trees
One day, dear boy, when you're my age
with your hands calloused from labor,
you'll come to see through honest wage
that the good Lord done you a favor,
He put you here on this green Earth
to dig the fields and plant the seeds,
asking only for you to show your worth
by giving thanks with all good deeds,
I know a dollar ain't the means to all
but you got to work and do your best,
so now on your feet and stand up tall
'cause this here's God's tender test,
so you might not understand this now
but someday I know you'll come to find
you can see it too and you'll know how
to work like me, finding peace of mind.
with your hands calloused from labor,
you'll come to see through honest wage
that the good Lord done you a favor,
He put you here on this green Earth
to dig the fields and plant the seeds,
asking only for you to show your worth
by giving thanks with all good deeds,
I know a dollar ain't the means to all
but you got to work and do your best,
so now on your feet and stand up tall
'cause this here's God's tender test,
so you might not understand this now
but someday I know you'll come to find
you can see it too and you'll know how
to work like me, finding peace of mind.
6.07.2007
7 Years Today
My heart has been a balloon just waiting to bust,
but you gave up on me, and you gave up on us,
I'm breaking the chains until we say goodbye,
remember your words, your promises were lies.
I break loose of these chains, and I cut all ties,
your words meant nothing, your promises were lies,
our memories are fading and this door is shut,
these were just seven years wasted, and for what?
You may not remember my words, but hear the tone,
it still rung in your ears when I hung up the phone,
I asked for your feelings, but all you gave was anger,
but tell me, how will it be when all I am is a stranger?
The gifts were dishonest, and the pictures were fake
because I gave you too much trust, I made a mistake,
your day of reckoning will come, and you'll reflect,
but will it be what you want or what you’d expect?
I break loose of these chains, and I cut all ties,
your words meant nothing, your promises were lies,
our memories are fading and this door is shut,
these were just seven years wasted, and for what?
I loved you, but my words can only say so much,
but I'm the only one who sees you're out of touch,
you lied to yourself, and built a wall over your heart,
and you embraced reckless abandon after your depart.
Seven years gone, and five were for naught,
but you picked your battles and you fought,
so I give you seven goodbyes, one for each year,
and one more goodbye for each you're not here.
I break loose of these chains, and I cut all ties,
your words meant nothing, your promises were lies,
our memories are fading and this door is shut,
these were just seven years wasted, and for what?
So just forget my words for your seven year loss,
you know the methods and now I know the cost,
all I have left is regret, and overwhelming shame,
and I wonder, will you even remember my name?
but you gave up on me, and you gave up on us,
I'm breaking the chains until we say goodbye,
remember your words, your promises were lies.
I break loose of these chains, and I cut all ties,
your words meant nothing, your promises were lies,
our memories are fading and this door is shut,
these were just seven years wasted, and for what?
You may not remember my words, but hear the tone,
it still rung in your ears when I hung up the phone,
I asked for your feelings, but all you gave was anger,
but tell me, how will it be when all I am is a stranger?
The gifts were dishonest, and the pictures were fake
because I gave you too much trust, I made a mistake,
your day of reckoning will come, and you'll reflect,
but will it be what you want or what you’d expect?
I break loose of these chains, and I cut all ties,
your words meant nothing, your promises were lies,
our memories are fading and this door is shut,
these were just seven years wasted, and for what?
I loved you, but my words can only say so much,
but I'm the only one who sees you're out of touch,
you lied to yourself, and built a wall over your heart,
and you embraced reckless abandon after your depart.
Seven years gone, and five were for naught,
but you picked your battles and you fought,
so I give you seven goodbyes, one for each year,
and one more goodbye for each you're not here.
I break loose of these chains, and I cut all ties,
your words meant nothing, your promises were lies,
our memories are fading and this door is shut,
these were just seven years wasted, and for what?
So just forget my words for your seven year loss,
you know the methods and now I know the cost,
all I have left is regret, and overwhelming shame,
and I wonder, will you even remember my name?
6.06.2007
Seed
Within dawn of the gallows
he enters against behest,
by no trouble to topple
or cause to capsize,
from bound into brick
lay wait the seed,
the fetus of and in repose
impregnated by an ultraist
of the blanketed tomorrow,
hinging on a thrill of hunt
and encompassed by rings
the zealot makes chance
birth through attainment,
silently between sun and soot
a sanguine son of the earth
acquires back by force
that which does not belong.
he enters against behest,
by no trouble to topple
or cause to capsize,
from bound into brick
lay wait the seed,
the fetus of and in repose
impregnated by an ultraist
of the blanketed tomorrow,
hinging on a thrill of hunt
and encompassed by rings
the zealot makes chance
birth through attainment,
silently between sun and soot
a sanguine son of the earth
acquires back by force
that which does not belong.
As the Lethargic Leviathan Dreams
White words and lies reside within his mouth,
beneath his tongue and behind the teeth,
but words are not a cause of fire by south,
nor is the heath a cause to rest beneath.
The giant bred dreams, facts from fiction,
and yet no more deceit than what was due
to only bring about his mind's depiction
and perhaps to birth true from the untrue.
As the world forgot, the colossus would not,
he, with one eye open and one eye sealed,
gave the undeserving his unconscious plot
and soon the leviathan's dreams revealed.
beneath his tongue and behind the teeth,
but words are not a cause of fire by south,
nor is the heath a cause to rest beneath.
The giant bred dreams, facts from fiction,
and yet no more deceit than what was due
to only bring about his mind's depiction
and perhaps to birth true from the untrue.
As the world forgot, the colossus would not,
he, with one eye open and one eye sealed,
gave the undeserving his unconscious plot
and soon the leviathan's dreams revealed.
6.04.2007
Illumination
a realization within a breath
--just breathe in
transpose from disorder to tranquility;
a (pause)......for new reasoning,
trepidation and confusion will soon settle
transcending fate and karma-
from its peak to descent,
cascade to the underbelly
falling in by lone digits (1 x 1 x 1)
hand in hand to a final sum
from beaten to broken, from apex
to nether to the wet pool of pattern
you envision the circumference:
(π x 2r = c) while (c = amity)
--o p e n your eyes
you find symmetry in the equation
by the two halves to a whole
--on your own accord,
concentrate on the moment
and focus on your metamorphosis
as you begin blooming to iconic illumination
the energy transforms to kinetic;
beyond this transparency will lead
to the elimination of plausible denial
of the only true number: 1
now no longer o-b-s-c-u-r-e-d
--just breathe in
transpose from disorder to tranquility;
a (pause)......for new reasoning,
trepidation and confusion will soon settle
transcending fate and karma-
from its peak to descent,
cascade to the underbelly
falling in by lone digits (1 x 1 x 1)
hand in hand to a final sum
from beaten to broken, from apex
to nether to the wet pool of pattern
you envision the circumference:
(π x 2r = c) while (c = amity)
--o p e n your eyes
you find symmetry in the equation
by the two halves to a whole
--on your own accord,
concentrate on the moment
and focus on your metamorphosis
as you begin blooming to iconic illumination
the energy transforms to kinetic;
beyond this transparency will lead
to the elimination of plausible denial
of the only true number: 1
now no longer o-b-s-c-u-r-e-d
6.02.2007
Flowers for Charlie
born on the bycintinial
in the green gras of the riviera,
a perlecent puburty perhaps,
but i am that man no longr
tho i've yet to remane sober
to cure this ich,
but peece with god has ben made
Grasshopers sit in the maple tree with me
sharing stories and tales of denyall,
but they're to small to ever admit
and I'm to young to grow old,
yet the tick-tick-ticking of my isolation
gives this fever less reeson to pass.
I feel the difference deep inside,
so I keep a distance,
born on the Bicentennial
in the green grass of the Riviera,
I will find my way back
into the hands and the grace of God,
after forty years, I say goodbye.
in the green gras of the riviera,
a perlecent puburty perhaps,
but i am that man no longr
tho i've yet to remane sober
to cure this ich,
but peece with god has ben made
Grasshopers sit in the maple tree with me
sharing stories and tales of denyall,
but they're to small to ever admit
and I'm to young to grow old,
yet the tick-tick-ticking of my isolation
gives this fever less reeson to pass.
I feel the difference deep inside,
so I keep a distance,
born on the Bicentennial
in the green grass of the Riviera,
I will find my way back
into the hands and the grace of God,
after forty years, I say goodbye.
In the Authorized Defense of John Warner
Men marched and tanks rolled right down the Main Street bridge
covering the city like ants while the tribunals stood the ridge,
the new curfew came into effect as toy soldiers with M-16s patrolled,
their divine right, a mandate of Heaven, meant democracy was sold,
no longer a popular sovereignty, the Monarch had made his decree,
By the Grace of God, on October 17, the kingdom become a theocracy,
behind locked doors this occupation instilled fear into a few,
with swollen, tearful eyes and dying hope, they were easily subdued,
but newly risen was a fury of defiance made with sticks and stones,
with bricks and shields made of metal, we overcame skin and bones,
our concocted cocktails scorched the lawful believers and their falsehood,
and with the guilty punished, we knew the Hex-Committee now understood.
covering the city like ants while the tribunals stood the ridge,
the new curfew came into effect as toy soldiers with M-16s patrolled,
their divine right, a mandate of Heaven, meant democracy was sold,
no longer a popular sovereignty, the Monarch had made his decree,
By the Grace of God, on October 17, the kingdom become a theocracy,
behind locked doors this occupation instilled fear into a few,
with swollen, tearful eyes and dying hope, they were easily subdued,
but newly risen was a fury of defiance made with sticks and stones,
with bricks and shields made of metal, we overcame skin and bones,
our concocted cocktails scorched the lawful believers and their falsehood,
and with the guilty punished, we knew the Hex-Committee now understood.
5.31.2007
Al
Brooklyn born and bred,
the foundation for an empire,
I got my start with rippers and thieves
and took Five Points to the top,
there I met Mae of Mary's Star
and Papa Johnny the Fox,
and found myself on Rum Row.
It was there that I broke
two fingers of the White Hand,
and found myself on the road
for the Windy City.
Here I rose in Chicago
with a Slugger and a fist,
I carved out my bungalow by brick
to plan for the topple of Cicero.
Wealth and fame allowed all pleasure:
in fine cigars and suitable suits,
as well as Rye and the kind dames,
but the world was not ready for me
in St. Valentine's at Lincoln
with Machine Gun McGurn
and the outspoken Thompsons.
And yet I was caught in law
by the make-good treasurer of lie
who soon served the same empire
once their wit ran Dry
in the sodden spring of '33.
the foundation for an empire,
I got my start with rippers and thieves
and took Five Points to the top,
there I met Mae of Mary's Star
and Papa Johnny the Fox,
and found myself on Rum Row.
It was there that I broke
two fingers of the White Hand,
and found myself on the road
for the Windy City.
Here I rose in Chicago
with a Slugger and a fist,
I carved out my bungalow by brick
to plan for the topple of Cicero.
Wealth and fame allowed all pleasure:
in fine cigars and suitable suits,
as well as Rye and the kind dames,
but the world was not ready for me
in St. Valentine's at Lincoln
with Machine Gun McGurn
and the outspoken Thompsons.
And yet I was caught in law
by the make-good treasurer of lie
who soon served the same empire
once their wit ran Dry
in the sodden spring of '33.
5.28.2007
Creation Through Destruction
There is beauty in the burning of a building,
the process of creation through destruction.
It is much easier to destroy than to create
unless you shape a mould from the ash.
War conceives death and consumes life,
the process of creation through destruction.
You will dismantle for the means to repair
and make substance from each obliteration.
Death fathers life and all life will end
because construction becomes destruction.
Conservation laws tell matter can change form,
but will never be created or destroyed.
This is a process of belief, truth as untruth,
if death is life then trust is bound in aeon.
the process of creation through destruction.
It is much easier to destroy than to create
unless you shape a mould from the ash.
War conceives death and consumes life,
the process of creation through destruction.
You will dismantle for the means to repair
and make substance from each obliteration.
Death fathers life and all life will end
because construction becomes destruction.
Conservation laws tell matter can change form,
but will never be created or destroyed.
This is a process of belief, truth as untruth,
if death is life then trust is bound in aeon.
5.27.2007
Cap Gun Veterans
Far behind that veteran white farmhouse
built long before the American Civil War
my brother and I played with toy guns.
He would put on gray and I wore blue.
Just like Gettysburg and Fort Fisher
we reenacted the battles every morning.
Our plastic rifles became our muskets
and the crops became the battlefield.
Hiding behind trees, crouching in grass,
we marched forward and fired lucid rounds
just as stray brethren did so long ago.
Sometimes I shot first and he would fall,
having struck down my kin in cold, clear blood.
Far behind that veteran white farmhouse
he and I would relive the American Civil War.
Yet my brother's feigned wounds healed,
and he would rise back up and walk home.
Because when our own wars came to an end
he had always lived to see another day.
built long before the American Civil War
my brother and I played with toy guns.
He would put on gray and I wore blue.
Just like Gettysburg and Fort Fisher
we reenacted the battles every morning.
Our plastic rifles became our muskets
and the crops became the battlefield.
Hiding behind trees, crouching in grass,
we marched forward and fired lucid rounds
just as stray brethren did so long ago.
Sometimes I shot first and he would fall,
having struck down my kin in cold, clear blood.
Far behind that veteran white farmhouse
he and I would relive the American Civil War.
Yet my brother's feigned wounds healed,
and he would rise back up and walk home.
Because when our own wars came to an end
he had always lived to see another day.
Tempo
In that heap of sheet metal and glass
we climbed in and then hauled ass,
rolling on four stretched rubber-bands
I listened to all your shitty bands,
it was a race before we ran outta gas,
and yet we were always getting passed,
that mound of junk died every stop,
and we prayed we didn't pass a cop,
that shit-can was more matter than mass,
I can't believe we never ran outta gas,
and yet I think I miss it a little bit,
you, me, and your Tempo piece of shit.
we climbed in and then hauled ass,
rolling on four stretched rubber-bands
I listened to all your shitty bands,
it was a race before we ran outta gas,
and yet we were always getting passed,
that mound of junk died every stop,
and we prayed we didn't pass a cop,
that shit-can was more matter than mass,
I can't believe we never ran outta gas,
and yet I think I miss it a little bit,
you, me, and your Tempo piece of shit.
Humanizing God
Man born of dust, woman born beneath his chest,
upon knowledge of a hominine god did they digest,
you blamed all but yourself for their wonder,
you created curiosity, yet they met your sunder,
and though you punished serpent, yet not devil,
you permitted him free to roam at Earth's level,
you cast them out and they left upon the morrow,
when you sealed the entrance, did you feel sorrow?
To children your own became you ruthless and vile,
but I only wonder if you did it all with a smile,
you forsake heart and brood for a Table of Nations,
for all exempt Noah and his there was no salvation,
then fretting the Tower of Babel and ambition of man
you confused words and scattered them at world's span,
in the land of Shinar you acted in manners unclear,
in this time of undaunted men, did you feel fear?
Blessed Abraham sought you out and he sought to believe,
and you repaid him in kind in a son you sought to bereave,
still though he fell short upon your request to delay,
but neither he nor I could know what you felt that day,
murderous Moses rose up and followed plague at tenfold
and led your chosen ones through Red Sea uncontrolled,
given he a solemn list of laws, as there were many,
and he destroyed the golden calf, did you feel envy?
Not until your human incarnation, or your son some say,
did you feel regret and allowed our sins washed away,
yet forsaken are those before his coming and time,
still, he inspired hope and love by words sublime,
but he was doomed from the start, you needed a symbol,
we are fallible, yet he was not, he was unforgivable,
a duality to your nature, human doesn't imply humane,
you put on quite a show that day, did you feel vain?
Validation not an objective, risk is more your game,
wherever you are, you're the king of hermetic fame,
but personally, I'd do the same and hide from truth,
I'd bedevil the simple and inflict fear into the youth,
but my deism is found opposed, not all feel this way,
for some go so far as to parade their love's display,
"the heart has reasons which reason knows not of,"
Pascal spoke with full intent, did you feel love?
Beneath this scope you're scrutinized and humanized
and so therefore I feel for you and I empathize,
so I wouldn't think apathy in a deity such as you,
but I beg that you just show me the means to construe,
I know deep down that you've seen the duality in my being,
perhaps my faith is hope that you're seeing what I'm seeing,
but if you felt those emotions, those human traits,
then, God, I must ask you, do you feel hate?
upon knowledge of a hominine god did they digest,
you blamed all but yourself for their wonder,
you created curiosity, yet they met your sunder,
and though you punished serpent, yet not devil,
you permitted him free to roam at Earth's level,
you cast them out and they left upon the morrow,
when you sealed the entrance, did you feel sorrow?
To children your own became you ruthless and vile,
but I only wonder if you did it all with a smile,
you forsake heart and brood for a Table of Nations,
for all exempt Noah and his there was no salvation,
then fretting the Tower of Babel and ambition of man
you confused words and scattered them at world's span,
in the land of Shinar you acted in manners unclear,
in this time of undaunted men, did you feel fear?
Blessed Abraham sought you out and he sought to believe,
and you repaid him in kind in a son you sought to bereave,
still though he fell short upon your request to delay,
but neither he nor I could know what you felt that day,
murderous Moses rose up and followed plague at tenfold
and led your chosen ones through Red Sea uncontrolled,
given he a solemn list of laws, as there were many,
and he destroyed the golden calf, did you feel envy?
Not until your human incarnation, or your son some say,
did you feel regret and allowed our sins washed away,
yet forsaken are those before his coming and time,
still, he inspired hope and love by words sublime,
but he was doomed from the start, you needed a symbol,
we are fallible, yet he was not, he was unforgivable,
a duality to your nature, human doesn't imply humane,
you put on quite a show that day, did you feel vain?
Validation not an objective, risk is more your game,
wherever you are, you're the king of hermetic fame,
but personally, I'd do the same and hide from truth,
I'd bedevil the simple and inflict fear into the youth,
but my deism is found opposed, not all feel this way,
for some go so far as to parade their love's display,
"the heart has reasons which reason knows not of,"
Pascal spoke with full intent, did you feel love?
Beneath this scope you're scrutinized and humanized
and so therefore I feel for you and I empathize,
so I wouldn't think apathy in a deity such as you,
but I beg that you just show me the means to construe,
I know deep down that you've seen the duality in my being,
perhaps my faith is hope that you're seeing what I'm seeing,
but if you felt those emotions, those human traits,
then, God, I must ask you, do you feel hate?
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