Come now my pen! My pen, you shall be my valiant sword you shall be my chivalrous oath. Oh sweet pen, speak out upon my rage, my fear, my love, my desire. Run my pen along this dead page. Be the source my pay, my life my peace. Tell the tale I cannot my pen.Continue reading “My Pen”
Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”
Wicked destruction, Wicked self destruction, Wicked self destruction that would make Fydor cringe. Sanity is having the good fortune that other people have the same problems. Good fortune is luck luck is rare. Rare because we forget we have control we forget we have control because we give up control. We must take back controlContinue reading “Control”
Savage that which is the nature of rebellion is that of truth nor structure. Savage, Exotic Savage, the nobel savage. What you find is no savage. I stand before you, audience to this scene, bare word to this woe, to this rest. Savage is that rest, in the black heart of the jungle, the restContinue reading “False Label of Savage”
Coming yet is the set of night, the yellow of light is traded grey. Simple so it seems yet intricate beyond any dream. Explications searched, and explications sought. Dreamed, and also bought. 10/29/10
Sweet Words, Reach in stare and flight. The hallow trickle of the creek, Oh beautiful voice. So many of clutter and noise. Foul Paranoia, and March on. 10/17/10
I cannot predict What will happen to the save haven. A few good men defend the rival of Gloucester. But many fail and revel in the tower. It was the fate of poor and rich, the princes and thieves, political murder the culprit indeed.
A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO THE BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO KING LOUIS! DEATH TO HIS QUEEN! Look at these Gallant Halls, These gold suns These marks of stolen luxury. A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE!
What sits in this place but a lone wandering eye? Is it forlorn from the gold calling pipes that rest with Danny Boy. What sits here but a wilting rose and purple lily and lotus? Do call on the nerves to stand upon this wicked Bosworth and be still with courage and honor. Put yourContinue reading “Cry Lies on this Wicked Charge”
Foul, Foul Fear Upon this matter of unsightful sigh. I do not fear constraint, I do not fear haste Yet upon this tagged bench bearing the burdens of the burdened and burdeners. Bare haste upon this hour, for Caesar is dead, Buddha is Jesus, Jesus is Shiva, You are God, and I am to. AContinue reading “Foul Foul Fear”
Peace to that which has no peace, And love to those unloved. Don’t fall through the crease, Follow the stars above. The north star freed people, and souls. Freeing the stories and tales untold. Peace to those without peace Love to those without love. Neither shall stop nor cease Like the lone star above.
Our Collective sobs, going unnoticed by a firing council, park ended apartment to held the purposed feuds, patron urges, and patron saints, their ancient monarchs and their command to sing and sing once again. Satyricon was a farce, and it is important to be ernest, and is not truth simplyContinue reading “Marked Upon the Hour”
In Crying disgrace does my sweet sorrow remember Of crimes said and done Committed last December Our heroes were gone Our Saints were dead Our Saved King was long Since in bed Democracy was the way in fact Our heroes died defending that Our king was rotten thrown in his grave long before death hadContinue reading “In Crying Disgrace and Sweet Remembered Sorrow”