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Ragged blue cuts through midni Mask
Ragged blue cuts through midnight black,
three lines styled after the beast within.
Cold amber, jaded and hard,
bright eyes that burn
your very soul.
mouth; wordless and silent.
Neither salvation nor mercy,
only the damning silence
for the condemned.
The left eye; underscored
with a single triangulated tear,
“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,
who needs eyes motherfucker I can feel
Silent damnation in that amber glass,
No mercy will fall from these lips.
No expression for this mask,
False ConceptTime is an illusion
And we make a delusion
As if we know the conclusion
Better than the real resolution
How small we are in this c n u i n
o f s o
Of what lengths of time envision
Much greater than our own observation
Our knowledge is a masked intrusion
Obscure in our own consumption
Time has its sessions
And we are just a provision
In an never ending mission
Is like a butterfly:
And difficult to capture,
For the short moment
When you cup it in your hands.
Never Lose HopeSometimes
In the midst of
A dark night of the soul,
Will perch in the tree
Outside your window
And sing to you
That the morning is coming.
to the powers of secrecythe silhouette suggests
a whiff of
chloroform or dior;
could still be black;
taste of power
is in the wound
still fresh but-hidden;
this wellspring is eternal,
deepening the curves
& shadowing the sheets;
you into undressing;
there isn’t much; a fine mixture of
SacrilegeI hope sometimes, when I hear the thunder,
that when I stand in the middle of a field
and watch the clouds roll in far above me
like a curtain, dark enough to substitute night-time,
I won't be ignored by the God I never believed in
and it will not be daylight
any time soon.
My grandmother used to tell me that
"thunder is God moving furniture"
and that "it's so loud because it's actually very heavy."
and I'd just think, that if God has bedposts made from gold
why are we still starving?
why are we still poor?
why are we still so afraid of the booms in the sky
Woden GivesWoden gives to those that take
blood for blood in walking flesh
a gift of wisdom for seekers’ held
the wheat shall sift from grain
and chaff is more a dirty word
it’s kith for kin in our own world
children young and withered old
a hunger for and a thought about
the spinning wheel inside the circle
that turns about throughout all ages
faith and family and Blood and Gods
it is the cycle of our lives
no more schemes and no more violence
our Fate is in our hands.
Les querelles et les religionsLa religion des querelles.
Querelles de religions ou quand Dieu se mord la queue.
Une religion reproduit dans les fosses
De l’iniquité et de l’intolérable
Un christianisme de l’inquisition.
Ceux-là aussi se disaient des saint-hommes,
Œuvrant pour et au nom de Dieu,
Qui torturaient et brûlaient l’innocent.
Quand une religion se bâtit sur
Une perversion des valeurs morales,
Il n’y a plus dans sa foi de lueur
D’une quelconque spiritualité.
Il est heureux que les prophètes morts
Ne voient pas cette abomination
Que leurs révélations ont suscitée.
Dieu se querelle avec lui-même…
Via ses propres révélations!
Ternie, l’image de Dieu n’est plus
Que cette caricature de lui-même
En bête sans queue ni tête
Déferlant en barbarie sur le monde.
Tout chacun interprète la Parole
Et le débile qui crie le plus fort
De sa Kalachnikov a toujours ra
fly high sharpie flagthis was supposed to be a filling-out
-the-tax-form kind of poem.
the end of travelling and the beginning of commuting.
gluing wings back onto dead gadflies,
a backwards rendition of childhood.
now you will stick beak to broomstick,
carve ships out of plastic bottles,
catalogue your little deaths.
but you won’t get there.
how, oversized &
wrapped in plastic bags? first it’s
“mother when i’m separatist
mother when i’m lobachevsky,” then
vsop, still no wisdom (hopeso,)
and let it scream.
and leave it on a tombstone like a scarecrow christ in rio:
"how could anyone be
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