I
Poetry without substance
is nothing save wasted words.
Who are thou to question the divinity of God?
Not I, and surly not thou, oh unrighteous.
Conception. Birth
II
To my love I hold
nothing save sanity back.
To the children of the moon,
may the death wolves damn you.
Bwa ha ha! Such is the way of time.
Such is a waste of time
If I loved you,
would you rather I die?
Unrequited love; a full blown nuisance.
Perhaps that’s all I am
A sacred lay you wished you knew nothing about.
And when the light it’s failed,
and the new dawn is dead,
I’ll be lying there in my grief
crying a new song.
III
A man lost into himself
is a man of shame and defeat
Knowing no bounds
He laughs in the face of God
To him there is not surrender. Love? “Howl”
That would mean suicide
IV
Narenethe
The land of the Shadows:
wherein the nameless evil lies,
and justice is unknown,
where lovers of light are damned,
and Darkness reigns supreme.
Grey Inhabitants of the night,
Come to meet in night’s wonders.
The forest is shrouded in darkness.
Malice flowing, untainted with love.
V
A young man was walking along.
He kicked a snail in the sand.
He put forth his sling hand tentacles
and sucked the man dry
of all his blood so he could drink
the red wines of the gods.
.
VI
Deafness of ancient sages
empower the children without vision.
They see things as through haze
Purple haze all about them
Mutated rat creatures biting them
trying to steal their soul away
Succession is achieved thru malice
in the land of the Rat King.
VII
I’ll delve into the fires of your soul,
pull out the gruesome sexuality down below.
Let’s get stoned,
get a thrill.
Sin’s cheap
in the city of bright lights.
Go to a “gentleman’s” bar.
Get instant hardons.
The famine for righteousness
has already begun.
VIII
Tongues of the dark serpents
tickle your feet at night.
Cover me in the Blood
of the Sacred Virgin
Beat it until it sleeps.
Beat it until nothing’s free.
Beat it until it sleeps.
Beat it until nothing’s free.
Beat it until nothing beats.
I laugh as I see the blood.
Your blood running from your veins.
It stains my hands
There she lay before me
lounging on a red carpet made of blood
A naked body, a filthy whore
Sleeping around for power, killing.
We are responsible for the maiming of many.
Let us not put it off.
Into the night we fly
Into death we hide.
IX American Wall
Let Me proclaim to all....
Here me speak endless wisdom.
There is hope, justice, freedom
And of curse the all natural right liberty
in the American Wall!!
American Wall, American Wall
Save US All!
American Wall, American Wall
Kill Them All
Meerrrrrrcy!
X
Dead poets decorate the sky with their forsaken havens
while the mad fools rush about parading the city.
Malice driven Fire-Drakes of no tomorrow!
We go into dremlin's waters to seek new life.
XI
Petty thief taken to flight
Stupid bugger met his plight
In the cave that night.
Hordes of bombs that fell so fast
saved him not from my wrath.
Met a cute little penguin dreamer.
Smiley face on his belly.
Played with bombs.
Blew himself to hell
and us out of the mine’s mountains.
The mole folk be glad of their children.
Thanks be God.
Met the man in the tower.
Poor monarch, castle gone.
Don’t know how to act.
Help the usurper
Shock Shock!
Open’s door to the demon’s tower.
XII
Drunkard rat-like men half drunk with blood:
Ravaging the women of the New Horizon,
pillaging the babies of the Temple,
Shattering the sacred images,
Blaspheming God’s name.
God’s Children playing in the lily field
Heirs of the Blessed Ones unite.
Bring peace, and vanquish
the evil creatures of Darkness
Sacred seed, bring forth your tree
Let the Children of God live in peace.
XIII
Leaden weights of the deadened heart.
The arrow straight shot to the moon:
It bleeds green paint
and stains the hands of the astronaughts and gods
XIV Not (atheist)
I speak not
I hope not
I have not
Wherein lies the beauty?
It has not
neither do I
Oh, of the damned mortals.
Oh, to be of the damned mortals
XV So Long, Columbus
Locks of awe fall away,
stared it in the face, by
the silence of disinterest
The true death is green death,
fade and stripped away by rattlers
fields and stripped away by rain
So long, Columbus.
Death in the mises.
Only way to hell.
After all the noon sin kills.
After all the moon sin kills.
So much for freedom
and the gibbled speech of democracy.
XVI
Massive amounts of tone
unlearned by wisdom speakers.
Dawns of new horizons and past
Remnants of a dream,
Killing the infants of night.
Am I alive?
Or is existence nothing?
Nothing but a dream
when the giant wakes up, or
until the giant wakes up.
XVII
You say you know God
well, I know God too.
He is the creator of the orgasm.
and the crafter and manipulator of all space and time
Contemplation is late upon us.
XVIII
Suicide king is god.
Let us surrender our souls to the void
that is within us all.
Feel Me. Touch Me. Taste Me. Be Me.
XIX
Why are you sleeping
There is no weeping
in the land of faded mortals
Don’t you know who I am?
I am he that walks unseen
in the land of the shadows
I am he that walks unheard
in the land of the deaf
Stellar possession took
I made a concession, my lover
XX
True Sinners:
They are damned.
Let us leave them.
Dear Jesus, take me
fro this horrendous place
lest more souls are lost
XXI
Let us be an accomplice to his insanity
I need your help,
about to die.
Embrace the light
and meet death.
The cell broke and shook
The ceiling, it yielded.
The ground, it shook.
The walls, they did fall.
Let us be an accomplice to his insanity
XXII
To the one I love,
I give lilies of sweet delight.
Witness the creation of my love.
Let us run through the fields together [crossed out: “thru” replaces the original “in”]
Witness the birth of new sleep.
Conception. Birth.
XXIII
God is Love.
I love you.
I God you.
Poets dream strange things
in the existence of the New Happiness and Dawn
I’m the existence of the New Happiness
Assembled June 16, 2008, out of old drafts from 1997-1999. A somewhat coherent story using only the original texts.
XV So Long, Columbus
Locks of awe fall away,
stared it in the face, by
the silence of disinterest
The true death is green death,
fade and stripped away by rattlers
fields and stripped away by rain
So long, Columbus.
So long, St. Christopher.
Death in the mises.
Only way to hell.
After all the noon sin kills.
After all the moon sin kills.
So much for freedom
and the gibbled speech of democracy.
Rejected “St Christopher” as that was a line I came up with in 2008 to replace the nonsensical misreading of Corkiabl, but the word is “Columbus” so unnecessary revision at least for the “original” texts version.
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