Cold Logic

That all consuming mold that spread 

Devouring, consuming, rendering dead

The hearts and minds of well bread men

Of different mind rendered coxcomb

While intense hearts of evil passion spread

A borg collective more dead than live

Icy logic, no warmth she provide

With wicked cold smile, she integrates 

Murderer of love, truth, consumed by hate

O Leviathan you ancient breed

With sharp tongued devil your noble steed

Looking, plotting aimlessly

For Behemoth to spread your evil seed

The fates alone govern chance

Noble collective of hister past

Governs all and judgment placed

One future, one dictate, one fate

One male shall stand prominent sword in hand

Speaking dreadful death upon the land

No refuge will you have from he

The opening earth to consume ye

False pretender you’ve risen forth

Tricked the leaders of their course

They with you and you with it 

Shall make your final rest the pit

Sheepish Lion

 

Deep, deep, deep is the spring

drip, drip, drip, stillness bring

Darkest darkness, the Ravens shout

silence, silence, silence pierced about

low, slow, trembling ground

stalk, stalk, trembling sound

Reverberating, trembling, magnificent beast

my dearest friend our coming feast

Lambert grown a lamb no more

how long have I missed your roar

Rudra Tandava

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

hat struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing. 

One speaks as one thinks, writes as one knows,
limited by both and almost never in prose.
The modern wit burned out, credentialized mind,
lacking taste, sanction, refinement and dimwitted by time.
Prostituted aloft, o Sisyphean feat and idolized chambers to emptied to think.

O muse, o mistress who was it that said:
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else even cared.
O poet of old from what great lofty height were you thrown?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed once moor?
No, not from Sisyphean mountains but the valley they bring,
the lowly, the criminal, well quenched from ol pierian spring.

Pirates of penzance your general is dead,
no more a leader, no more narragonia read.
Look not to towers of ivory or gold
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.
A stubborn mule part horse and part ass wild as they come
The towers of ivory, well they be over run.

By what isn't clear, but one thing that is,
tribalism is to the university as much as the hiv.
Better the seeker, seek truth in the street
not infected by mammon nor narcissus deceit.

Don't believe all you hear: real eyes, realize, real lies.

Evolution of a Poet

Born to reason, we chase the goal
to understand the logic of the whole
we arrive upon the shores of math
in the pursuit of divination from the past

And so engaged, the past, are we
The truth, we are, to blind to see
So time passes as it does
My mind grows numb in the sum

That we do not see
Rapped up in the past are we
So neglects the future day
We only live in present disarray

Doomed to repeat our fathers past
My Patience, it can no longer last
So I refute your simplicity
For I no longer wish to be
Part of your silly ways pursued
I leave you with the path pursued

Let it be said I tried with all I had
But forgiveness you didn't have
You'll continue on your silly ways
I leave you on this shortened way.

The Oldest Spirits

Today's reality, experience death; to experience a dimension of reality not experienced by the everyman is attributed to madness and treated accordingly. For over 2,000 years people have experienced the 95% that physics says is un-experiential. Only in the last 60 years has it been medicated too. Accordingly should you experience such phenomena don't consult your fellow man for they are unable to cope with a reality beyond the electrical impulse at the end of there finger. Should you experience reality beyond the norm don't expect the common man to be able to accept your experience. The common man is weak; mentally, physically, spiritually, electrostatic-ally... weakness pervades them. The common one has nothing to offer to you. Step away from them.

When you find yourself separated, on your own, dependent on yourself. When you meet the grim reaper and have the conversation; when you have been cut through by the sickle sword until you have become the wind. When you are separated from your family, friends and all the humans around you then you walk beside me along the same path. When you've begged to die and still live, when you know longer find pleasure in anything in this world and only long for that world you once found then you know where I am. You know what I've seen and where I long to be. When you can't wait to die to live in the world you grasped then nothing in this little world can hold you back. When you've seen all those patriarchs, death and G-d and returned you will be like me. Death no longer smiles at you; you smile at death and death feels a cold chill.

Long in Coming

The Garden Keeper

Label the day, label the morrow
Label belief, label the sorrow
A word for this, a word for that
A word changing, the meaning of it

I am not this, I am not that
I reject you, I reject that
I am me, no word simplicity
Chain me not, verbal stupidity

I have faith in God with all my heart
But you divide rationality verily apart
Fourth ring of hell, the sand devours
Grows the beast greedy, of the powers

Drunk with lust, the beast grows strong
Divisions cast shadows, upon the sun
Seeking truth, they are mislead
By the serpents shadow all are dead

So inward strength, I turn to seek
To reclaim a stone purged from weak
My Cherubim garden keeper strong
How I wish to learn to sing along

Tidal force welling up perfused
By mighty keeper Cherubim dues
Give me strength to grow strong
Protect the weak from the wrong

How I wish to fight no more
Weary grown from all the sore
Onward to what, must be done
For righteous purpose continue on

Weary of meaningless life pursue
Pleasure fades from every view
Ready for the next world to be
A life made simpler all I wish to see



Turning Inward; Spiritual Alchemy
Philo Lapis