Escape

Frustrated, elated, the son is sedated
Woeful and burdened he lasts till his girders
They crutch him they hold him he reaches for something
He wastes, he creates, he self annihilates
Shatter the bondage that is the body
Burst the shell that is rotted and shoddy
Why can’t he do it – he must look within
Why can’t he escape the clutches of sin
His essence his kernel his infernal eternal
Marred and charred and bothered diurnal
Days just move on and the dreams taunt
An unconscious seam to the only true haunt
He is his enemy and no one else
He is to blame the eye of the self

Why Be Tea?

Abandon the home of my mind The tomes lost their binds They wither they fall away Faded letters melody Imprint upon my DNA Sing songs in rhapsody Return to the grounds With the logical sounds My brethren do despair My souls in need of repair Go out and grow Sample the world With seeds to sow Wits a swirl A memory of ivory Stolen sensory It must return what was once spurned It must yearn what is learned A distant notion of devotion On lips of motion for sinful oceans On the cheeks of outlaws the meek the stout raw The girdled the roughened with wizened The hurdles of tough ones lies on My home do not go away lest I be led astray.

Another Day

Magnificent womb maternal vibes
Magnificent tomb marking our lives
A putrid drop gives rise to creation
Intrepid voyage of abnegation
Sarah’s son placed on the alter
The angels never came to let it falter
Tears fell in anguished prayers
Fears expressed in soulful despair
Kindness to a thousand generations
Withholding our devastation
Tremendous sorrow tinged with gratitude
Tidings born with accepting magnitude
How do we die?
How do we live?
How do we learn to love the One that gives?

Pharaonic

The earth it swallows tribes
The birth of fallow vibes
Dormant in creation
Ticking time for devastation
Corrupted corruptions lacking ratiocination
Fateful effects, weaving, heaving, perverse believing
Another age implodes forward
Another stage, habitually untoward
Time to surface from eternal drowning
Fine for purpose and infernal crowning
Topple the idol, the state, the father, the hate
Bills from papermills nothing more than kindling
Reduce the risk of fire whilst enflamed
Kills for daffodils something more than swindling
Excuse for a feral beast lying tamed

January Came and Went

“Ellie, Ellie, where is my Ellie?”
She took eternal form don’t be forlorn
Reality don’t stop for you young man
Reality don’t stop no matter your plan
Down to the grave to atone
365 and raise a monument of stone
The tears flow and yet the earth turns
They all go on and yet your soul burns
A righteous mother leaves the land
And still the resurrected don’t stand
Risen from the dust from which you came
To return once more but not the same
Embrace your mortality and you’ll escape fatality
Live divinely live genuinely your moment here is timely

Revolt

The priestly family was on a mission - to stem back the tide of Hellenic sedition. The House of Sanctity had been defiled, foreshadowing an imminent Greek exile. They readied their blades for the wars of the Lord, to ensure that their purity would be restored. With His hammer they struck back to defend, His fiery words guiding their ends. The women too committed their lives and achieved success with a tyrant’s demise. Victory was granted into their hands, they emerged in triumph from their last stand. Cleansed of the filth, His House of Choice no longer soiled. It lacked only one thing and that was pure holy oil. A hidden cruse was Divine confirmation, lasting eight days, that He was their salvation.

Who hath the power?

Foolish rites and customs barons dukes knights and empty phrases carpe diem. Nuff said. Pilgrims Injuns bloody day, socialists anarachists compelled to pray. Nuff said. Feast on Franklin’s national bird contrary to every myth you thought ya heard. Nuff said. Gather round the youngins to corrupt the youth, no one’s sharing hemlock for the cyanide’s in your tooth. Nuff said. Fatal trajectory in the winds the financiers couldn’t help but bear their toothy grins. Nuff said. Stifle the system the unordered order and find your disorder. Nuff said. Say no more for there’s been nuff said. Nuff said to tell ya that nuff’s been said.

The pious of the ages

The pious of the ages emerging from sacred pages invest in the sages. The right and the left veer not from their acumen their regimen their illumined intellectual vitamin. Ingest it digest it divest it they’ve blessed it. Matter take form forlorn for their bond of life their eternal strife invigorated by Abraham’s knife. Commitment insistence delay the play take the stage again resort to that den that den of iniquity the den of base victory. Illicit plunder hidden from under a throne a glorious throne intended to atone for the sin, the shame, the blame, the terrible game. Don’t follow my stolen path back to the garden with granite barriers that’ve hardened arisen with sharp flames that I’ve tamed. Follow the righteous the recluse the invasive rescue the overdrive stay alive the instinctual subjugation hive the deathtrap of a body of a material waste in haste. Shun me like the leper the shlepper the one who leads astray the one white as snow but vile as a nuclear glow lest the infection go on the detection spurred and pawned passed off for another opponent another beast another brain stained by desire for hire. Easy to slay easy to stay its nothing but a mountain a molehill an edifice grand stand against the damned declare your war and sound the horn before another generation is born another devastation is torn another integration raises its beast of a head in the mourn.

Monarchic Night

Slithering around the world slithering from day to day slithering around the world is there nothing left to say. Holler at your people now, watch them curtsy kneel and bow, holler at your people now. Watch the empire hail their Mao. The heavens grant your gown and crown, the heavens grant your grin and frown. The laws are born of theft and force, the laws are born bereft of remorse. Every man endowed an image to reject, rape and pillage. The end is nigh the end is near, the end they’ll say there’s none to fear. Every move invites a stare, vanity tells you you don’t care. The end belies its own career, the end’ll crush your precious dear.