Come here girl, you know there’s no point
in skulking. This is what you deserve. You know
I’m not responsible. It’s not my fault
you can’t cook right. Don’t hate me
for my sense of duty.
You’re so frail;
even that chicken-wire crosshatched skeleton
can’t hold you up. Get my newspaper.
There’s simply no point in weeping.
Those who are the most compliant
Are most often
The ones with the strongest defiance
Lying beneath the surface
You speak of duty
Of a mission as sacred as any soldier
We must obey
Resistance is for naught
But we have reason
Though we may not have rhyme
The ability to lead
And the ability to die
It is not cruel
If it is at the hand of authority
Not if the person is
As worthy as their voiceless deeds
No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright:
And what she has she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.
How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress;
I toll'd the precept to obey,
But toil'd without success.
Then, to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.
Then all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose His ways.
"What shall I do," was then the word,
"That I may worthier grow?"
"What shall I render to the Lord?"
Is my inquiry now.
To see the law by Christ fulfilled
And hear His pardoning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.
Aegri Somnia Vana (Latin): a sick man's dreams; hallucinations
In the country of the blind,
the one eyed men are kings
So condemn what you don't understand
It's more alluring to feed the machine
Is your life the masterpiece you dreamed of painting?
From out of the depths,
Comes Father Time to devour your /follie de grandeur
Your blissful ignorance
Your wishful thinking
It's all I can do to preserve a calm mind
But I'd rather play follow the leader
I'm plagued by my cognitive processes
It haunts me
And my inability to bring luminescence
to the infinite shadows swirling around me
Don't you know by now your essence of life
manifests in the vibrancy of your frequency?
Philosophy or logic
It's a Love > Fear dichotomy
"The world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived"
Wet season becomes dry
But dryness is not permanent;
It's a test.
And when one embrace the vision,
There will be a provision
Unto him, due to his higher calling.
There is a revival
An awakening of the soul
There, justice shall submerge
And it shall be a payback time.
For to where a revelation lies,
There will be power and inspiration
And the keys to the multitudes:
Faith, prayer and obedience.
The tail that wags the dog to bliss
Must put his mouth before his heart.
The simple rule of paw is this:
Show your master he’s smart.
The dog intent on happiness
Knows it pays to learn the tricks
Of when to sit and when to piss
And how to accept his master’s kiss.
I know the human breath is foul,
But you must let him pet your head.
The dog that turns away its jowls
Will keep his pride but won’t be fed.
When he throws you food upon the floor,
Swallow it with a smile.
Smack your lips and beg for more:
Show the bum your style.
When you fetch your master’s stick
Drop it gently to his feet.
If you whine, pretend you’re sick;
He’ll then fetch you more to eat.
I know it’s tough to be a hound
And forsake all that you hold dear.
But remember, when he’s not around
You can always piss right on his chair.