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.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Traffic
Kidney bean, cut me clean fork over dollars
Cant be seen, blood machine – everyone hollers
Saints and sinners join in hands
Surgeons rise to meet demands
Kidney bean, cut me clean fork over dollars
Dialysis narcissist save a man and save the world
Analysis cant resist slave to save that sagely pearl
Kidney bean, cut me clean fork over dollars
Cant be seen, blood machine – everyone hollers
Six Orders
Six orders six orders he arranged holy orders
Sagely crib notes of their Master’s quotes
Collected recorded preserved sanctified borders
Transmission on Sinai ever remote
Oral dissemination on the brink of destruction
Gathered, collated, bound and expounded
The Prince set down his divine instruction
Memorized, verbalized, eventually confounded
Law, tradition, sacred dictate
The nation imperiled cast to four winds
Preserved, conserved, not a moment too late
Revelation heralded despite our sad sins
Sura, Pumbadisa academies arose
New questions, old answers.
A new dialectic was left to compose
New questions old answers
Old answers new questions
New questions new questions
Old answers old answers
Six orders six orders we defend holy orders
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Perpetual Destruction
Sometimes I try to mourn and I just can’t bring myself to feel
Sometimes I try to mourn and fail to grasp that heal
Introspect and look within Introspect it flickers dim
Introspect retroject architect
I am master of my own design
Intellect I detect my own mine
Its just you just you the unjust the conceptual wanderlust
Traveling back and forth to and fro all within
All within and committed to sin committed to tin
Flexible malleable breakable animal
Be something more simply more something for
What for something more just for nothing more
Longer in exile than home
Monday, July 20, 2009
They're on the Horizon
The heavens swirl above
The heavens crash like doves
Fiery comets flame across the sky
Fiery comets dance across my eye
Oh cypress Oh cypress you pierce atmospheres
Oh cypress Oh cypress you fierce source of tears
Little hamlet down below
Sleeping, slumbering, silently
Catch the steeple spire
Little egret draped in snow
Whispering, grumbling, violently
Match the eagle, eagle’s ire
The blue hills roll away
The dew spills decay
And the righteous do return
The runts run amuck
Cold fronts a struck
And the righteous do return
Where do they hide?
Where do they bide?
The time it goes, it goes, it drifts
I watch it, I feel it, it passes me by
Change, its only evidence
To terrorize, to anathematize, to pulverize
My mind, my blind mind, my ignorance
The bliss it wisps it wisps
Broken promise, frailties honest
I’ll miss the wisps the locks
Where are the righteous?
How far, the righteous?
We are. We are. The righteous.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Enamored of Brisk

The structure the rupture the bleeding design
It twists and contorts it makes the mind blind
Determined as sermons to illuminate
To brighten conceptions and illustrate
At times it muddles in making its point
It primes and befuddles but won’t disappoint
The cheftza the gavra – ah its mistabra!
Nu, cut to the chase, the sevara awaits!
But the hava amina n’ maskana can’t both be right?
Ah, good ol’ tzvei dinim it cuts like a knife!
Massage, manipulate (coerce?) the text
Try not to leave a bit more perplexed
Clarity, lucidity, concepts defined
That is the goal, it sure is Divine
One cannot but help admire the beauty...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
The Zealot
The Zealot the Zealot the world hates the Zealot
He bashes and crashes and rains on parades
He mashes and clashes and reveals masquerades
He condemns and denounces your very existence
He coaxes and cajoles you to join the resistance
High and mighty he sits above the masses
Embodying virtues they’ve turned into lapses
The world detests him for he is what they’re not
The world resists him and wishes he’d rot
He stands in the breaches that’ve come to define us
He commands our attention, attempts to refine us
The Zealot the Zealot the world hates a Zealot
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