Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A poetic interlude


How unkind thou wast of old
Oh grey worm of slime
which tempted in Eden
 And at Gethsemane was lord
Oh ancient one of the pit
thy realm tis Gehenna
the curse of because
No more because's
Only what is
that I am that I am.
Piercing light, blue in thy brightness
Cheering in the merciful
All blessing in thy bounty.
How cometh thee into His Kingdom
dressed in rich dark apparel.
Oh how could'st though tease
Please to deceive
decry in thy divisive
dispel in this great crisis
strange things bred upon this earth
Evil vices, parasites and lice
I give thee license to depart
Oh ye evil ones, depart from this place
Bhalasti Ohpehda...
Begone forever more.


Charge more, delay longer, raise prices, stimulate and suppress
end travel and free expression to stimulate the economy
and everything will get better.
Maybe you need more fruit in your diet.
Maybe society needs an enema?
The work of V (the sign of Typhon to some.) has predominated the situation
Now you feel guilty about what you do,
don't want to do what you do, and have anxiety about not succeeding at what you do,
which is of course the only thing you do well, and naturally like doing.
Such is the nature of the fallen, penance a war of opposites which must exist together,
Hast thou pleased the Lord.
If not, why all the division?
Because, division is Sets middle name.
The beast comes to bring division and tempt all into the pit.
You don't have to dig your own grave,
the pit is always there.
Such is the nature of purgatory.
You wake up, and its ground hog day,
because you never woke up.
Ring ring, its ground hog day, again.

         An incessant interlude

I am come to send fire on the earth; and what will I , if it be already kindled?
But I have a baptism to be baptized with; and how am I straitened till it be accomplished!
Suppose ye that I am come to give peace on earth? I tell you,nay; but rather division:
For henceforth there shall be five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three.


Oh feeble man
Scared beyond all reason
Is this our time
Or our only short season
Oh baffled soul
Quite baffled to know the unknowable
The veil so easy to lift
To thee oh barrow man
A chained rigid curtain


Rasorial Raptors
Didactic dictators
Meritorious mediocrats
Succinct sophists of solliloquistic solipsisms
Meshiach manumission manifold metayer
Overweening obsecrators obsequiously obeisancing obtusions
Defenestrating  demoralized demonstrable daedalian deistic deliberators
Quixotic Quaere quasi quiescence Quotidian
Cumulate culminatious cupidity
For fulminating fealty from furore of fidelity.
God genetrix of genuflexors, glochidiate of gnosis, gnomon of gravemens


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