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1.5k · Jun 2016
Solomon; 2014
Two Maronite schoolchildren practice their English…

“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”
“See theirs, seethers, Caesars,
See her cedars Caesar?”
“See here, a sea-fare and see there?
And oh, I see Sir?”
“Do you see her? Yes I see Sir, -Caesar!”
“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”

And they are descendants of Solomon’s thirty-thousand, the great-grandchildren of Hiram’s workers.

“Sol Indiges!”
“Sol Invictus!”
“Sol-Ammon!”

“Now children, how do the three monkeys act?”

“Sol, the root of solar and it means the Sun, it means also to see or sight as it infers the light of seeing.”

“Am means fire but it is also the meditative word, Aum, therefore it cannot render evil through sound!”

“On is Egyptian and it connotes speech so it represents hearing.”

The instruction in language is not terse. Requiring broad-based understandings of how the West characterizes ideas. These two are particularly adept being taught from birth in both Maronitic and Latin and now English, in preparation for their exodus, as home has become a battleground where they must leave soon. Only in the West can they find peace and practice their faith so expressively. Only in the West can these two girls attend school if their lands are befallen…

“Now children, what does this mean?”

“See no evil!”
“Speak no Evil!”
“Hear no Evil!”

“And that children, is the Wisdom of Solomon!”

Breaking news! CNN reports that a car bomb has exploded in the ancient Lebanese town of Mejdeloon. Shocking footage now of a series of homes that have been reduced to rubble near a Maronite Church where rescuers are just now pulling out the bodies of two young school girls. Christopher Talias reports live from the Lebanon.

“Sol Indiges is the voice of god,"

Sol Invictus, in light, his mind;"

*Sol-Ammon is the understanding and wisdom for all time!”
The name Solomon can be broken into three languages as three roots words representing the phrase, "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." There also happens to be three gods that have names holding a similar meaning to each part of the phrase.
1.5k · Jun 2016
Bucket
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose origins were complicated                          
so people wrote
an idiom
about
him.
1.5k · Jul 2016
Adult Humor
"Always remember in a **** measuring contest the only people satisfied by the outcome are the two men playing with their *****."
1.5k · Jun 2016
The Descent of the Mind
The whirlpool, it spins,
while the mountain, it twists.
As two serpents entwined,
are surrounding this.
Some had once claimed,
that it started as a bear,
others claimed it began at Canopus,
way over, down there.
Multi-headed or spring of rocks,
cavern, mountain or egg,
a great wheel forever-turning,
with a circus and a one leg!
Pushed along by two giants,
grinding up salt with its gear,
thus responsible for the seasons,
floods and movements and the year.
Two horns of the monster,
but not found on its head,
the Earthen plane a giant treasure,
where Drakon made his bed,
with two stars on his brow,
like the two in his eyes,
the porthole of the ship,
a flying horse in disguise.
Scylla, Charybdis,
Jason, Argos, Deucalion,
Ziusdra, Manu, Noah,
-and the two birds who carry on,
and the mountain from below,
which they all rested upon.
Ameleth or Kullervo,
…and brother Utamo’s great wrong,
…and the whirlpool from above that created this song!

And the evil found inside us, the Id and its kin, will nurture the abused child and continue the sin. The great black wheel of madness, as always, will spin, churning out more abusers to fill the Hell that we’re in. When, where or how did the wheel of blackness start? Corrupting the love and joy into the evil in man’s heart and turning family into tragedy and tearing them apart? Next time you feel weak and let the succubus inside, just remember all those in Hell and the reasons they died.
Astrology and ancient magic are a belief in the powers of celestial movements over the lives of men. This piece contains cosmogonical elements from Norse, German, Roman, Greek, Mesopotamian, Persian and Hindu.
1.5k · Jun 2016
The Explorer
Push, grab, steady, stand, wobble, wobbly, walk, there! ...and there! Oh and there too!

He goes...
1.5k · Jun 2016
Sumer
In dusty fields of summer’s end,
Ancient fallow place from time,
Once was myth it did begin…
In writing, trade, language, rhyme.
Traditional rhyme
1.4k · Jun 2016
Heavenly Horse
She who stands there, he who leads,
Are One to which my praises plead.
I ask of you such great forgiveness,
Your face shines bright, your image livid.

Grey spots upon the Holy Moon,
Form your bust, to it I croon,
I ask again; whisper, pray and plead,
Show me a sign from sacred steed!

I toot my Gudi, crash the Gong,
And cry for Cheon-A-Ma-Chong;
I play my series in metered eights,
in line with movements of the greats.

I plot their paths in sky you see?
Your eight movements,
Eight hooves in cleats!
You breathe out the fire of the Sun,
Head held high at night as one,
The Zodiac your wings as such,
And planets, the hooves, a final touch.

Fires issue from your mouth,
Burn up the sea-water in the south…
Heavenly I hear your roaring,
and the fullness of your glory,
Your starry eyes the flux of sea;
as you swim the depths and round the tree.

Whose skull we hooked once I reminisce,
Terrible creature from the Abyss;
Oh Horse my love, construct of mind,
and she who gallops for all time,
...measures for the heaven’s seat,
Sets placement of all deities,
To you I fall upon my knees,
Hippolytian by decree,

Take me!

-take me to your Cosmic Sea!
Combining the Scandinavian, Chinese, Phoenician, Greek, Celtic and Hindu visions of the heavenly horse mythology. Each element of the celestial motions is included as part of the being.
1.4k · Aug 2016
Hooked-on-Country
When the thunder rolls in,
we're gonna party like the end,
   having whiskey shots like old men
tellin' stories of our kin,
when the thunder rolls in.

When the thunder rolls in. . .
1.4k · Feb 2017
John J. Rambo
<robotic singing>

The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.

Cannot get any respect in...
...his People they were abandoned,
Heart in chest, it is pounding,
America in fight since founding,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.

The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.

You better believe he's coming,
His name, -Rambo/he's cunning,
The Enemy's weak are running,
Rescue the Colonel, -don't doubt him,
******'s cannot have the Troutman!

The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman,

Rambo, John J.
Cannot be stopped they say,
Patriot's heart in play,
Russians are going to pay.
Cold War became Hot today,
They don't know what to do about him?

They ****** up when they seized the Troutman!

The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.
Rambo is all about 'em,
Coming now, -never doubt him,
John J. the guerilla, -a mountain,
and the Russians had Colonel Troutman.

The Russians had Colonel Troutman,
Didn't know what to do about him,
And the Russians lost Colonel Troutman.
Watched the all day marathon. Rambo III in Afghanistan. Couldn't help but...help.
1.4k · Jan 2017
Date with Demeter
Stars gleam -night/snakes run their races,
Rain always seems/to find our faces,
Drowning deep abyss/those dark and evil places,
Wanna' die, release/trapped time, a Beast,
....come end this stasis,
....come end this stasis,

I wanna' die,
Transpose,
I wanna' die,
Cosmos!


We have eyes/still won’t see it,
Hearing without hearing, ears won’t believe it,
Argo, course, pivot/never touch, feel, regret,
Hunger boils feel/pain, life, hurts, reveal;

I wanna' die,
Transpose,
I wanna die,
Cosmos!


I wanna' dine at the table of Kro-nos!

Grinded, gnashed, sliced, eaten/devoured as a Cretan,
Die, soul to fly/meet in the sky,

I wanna' die in the cosmos,

I wanna die,
Transpose,
I wanna die,
Cosmos!


Trapped mill machine/they eat, they gleam,
Meet for the feast/Almighty beast, Almighty Kronos!

I wanna dine,
It a crime?
Swallowed by time,
In the cosmos,
I wanna die,
I wanna dine,


I wanna dine cosmos/retch my body, I transpose,

I wanna dine at the table of Kro-nos!

*I wanna die,
Transpose,
I wanna die,
Cosmos!
1.4k · Dec 2018
Night Diving
I don't want to see where I'm going
I only want to know where I'm headed.
1.4k · Jun 2016
Desultory
Ever notice
those
soap bubbles
when sliding down
the sink toward a
-drain?

They either
join each other
at the rim
or
separate themselves
and go down
the -drain?

Seeming bubbly until
there is water,
no longer soap,
not quite
water?
Desultory; Roving, unmethodical, random, moving from one thing to another(superficial). Like a drug addict.
1.4k · Feb 2018
Puru
According to Ancient Egyptians,
they came from Puru.

Pur is the root word for Persia.

Ancient Egyptians,
Sumerians;
same.
I have no idea why the West refuses to listen to Hindoos on the matter of religion and it's origin.
1.4k · Jun 2016
Ananke
GOING OUT!* To the circus, to the club-Zoo,
ON THE PROWL! For a ***** just like you,
AND LIKE WOW! When the stars fell all around you,

A-AND NOW!
I am thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thang,
Punish me, with that action you brang.

Zipping-up; leopard print from your Zoo,
Clackin’ heels; all the way across the room,
I fell in love with you the moment I saw you,
Got your number; ‘cause I wanted to call you,
Clevered-up; with lots of lines to awe you,
Round my axis babe you come, crawl to,
And now I’m thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
Up and down, you know that game you brang?

STRIP YOU DOWN!
Lipstick, heels and stock-kings;
I fell in love with you the minute my **** came,
Stood back up, slapped me while I sang…

AND I WROTE THIS SONG!
You know the minute I saw you,
…and got your number ‘cause I had to call you,
Twisted serpents, **** the Zodiac star-Zoo,
So **** clever with the lines that awed you,

Now I’m thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thang,
Punished me, with that action you brang-ang,

Out and dancing, -in the Zodiac star-Zoo,

LUSTING OUT! Like a puppy-dog, run to,
AND LIKE WOW! When the stars fell all around you,
AND NOW I’M LOST! In a metal-slung-slang,

The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thang,
Oh you punished me, with that action you brang-ang,

Freaking-out in a metal slung star-Zoo,
At the gates was a girl I had to do...
AND I AM ...singing the metal-slung-slang,
METEORS AND STARS! All night we bang,
Punished me, with that action you brang-ang!

And now I’m thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thing,
Punish me, with that action you bring.
Ananke was the first goddess of Sumeria. It's etymological translation is synonymous with Adam and Eve meaning, "Heaven and Earth." This is an adult pop rock piece.

It's about meeting a girl at a nightclub and going home to smoke ******* and have ***** S&M-style *** with her. When you sling a metal push rod you re-seat the pipe to load more *******.

"Banging," rocks or meteors is street-slang for smoking crack *******.
1.4k · Oct 2018
Pause
Not letting your assumptions lead your emotions.
1.4k · Nov 2016
The Story
When humanity's place among the stars is known,
            the poetry by which it shall be judged;
                  a journey of our Sun and his relationship to the heaven's.
Jesus Christ is the story of the sun against the tribulations of the dark. Read Francis Rolleston's work on the subject of ancient Egyptian story-telling.
1.3k · Oct 2018
Asylum
Inside
          I am
                 Chaos,
Furious soul.

Outside
             with You,
I Mayhem.
1.3k · Jan 2017
Mac Culture
"If you want to know,
what an Irishman thinks...
you best wait until,
-that Irishman drinks."

1.3k · Dec 2016
Babbit-Beau (b'o'w)
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

Oh I like the things I like with size!

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys…
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

When I see it! UP! -Bup bup bup fuys,
When I see it! UP! -Bup bup bup fuys,
When I see it! UP! -Bup bup bup fuys,

When I see it and I like go sigh,
Oh I like the things I like with size!
Color my lips, make ‘em nice,
Smooth ‘em out pick up the guys,
Refreshed again I caught his eyes!

It’s Babbit-bow! Bup bup fuys,

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

It’s Babbit-Bow!
It’s Babbit-Bow!

I gotta have it, Oh!
Lick it nice,
Nice and slow,
Bup-bup fuys,
My Babbit-bow…
Lollipops guys!
Babbit-Bow!
Lollipops guys!

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

Up and down, slow and nice,
Lick ‘em, love ‘em, love that size,
Pop it out imma'-like oh my!
I gotta have it! My bup bup fuys…
Gotta have it! My bup bup fuys…

Oh I like the things I like with size!
When I see it and I’m like oh my!
My lips are sheer, they sheen like ice,
It’s Babbit-Bow! You ***** guys…
Oh I like the things I like with size!
My lips are sheer and sleek so nice,

It’s a Babbit-Bow!
Bup bup fuys,

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys…
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys…
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

Fade out
1.3k · Aug 2016
What if Al Gore Was Right?
..somehow a worldwide trading system on future emissions worked?

What if we changed, "industry," with, "humanity?"

What if a trading-credits system existed for individual income tax against future projected earnings?


Al Gore was wrong...

Imagine being out of work and gaining credits against future tax liabilities?

...by working for a charity

IS THE MONEY REAL? DOES IT EXIST BEFORE YOU MAKE IT?

If you are a CCX member trading on Wall Street then; YES!

Why should all finance be about struggle and not about love or charity?

DO YOU AGREE WITH CONSTANT STRUGGLE?

THE CENTRAL BANK PRINTS MONEY FROM NOTHING...

Americans can do anything;

...because we control the production of, "money."

"Money...."
Tell your Congressmen to print money to help your family the way he helps his own..."Struggle," is the meaning of the Islamic Terror term; "Jihad."
1.3k · Jan 2017
Nature/Faces
1.3k · Feb 2017
Life, ᴵ'ᵐ ᴼᵏᵃʸ
Yeah, yeah...
I'm O-k a' a' a' y,
I'm just sittin' round,
It's a 'Sat-tur-day,'
this place still a palace,
little small they say...
...just sittin' round,
And that's O-k a' a' a' y.


Hmmm...
yeah, yeah,
O-k a' a' a' y,
WHO-CHACA' -liquor strong,
got my liquor on,
Oh ** sip-sip,
Wearing wing-tips...
...and THEY GOT SPARKLY-****!


Got my liquor on,
it's a 'Sat-tur-day,'
going out to party,
going out to play...
and I'm...I'm O-k a' a' a' y.


Come on mirror-mirror,
Oh ** sip-sip,
lean in a mirror-nearer,
My legacy a ship.
I couldn't make it clearer,
Oh ** sip-sip,
I'm gettin' fu cked-up
And I'm O-k a' a' a' y!


The doors they open up, 'auto-matic-cally'
Now I 'out-about' and they all seeing me,
Raise the liquor glass, uh-huh sip-sippy,
They try-ing to mimic, they all want-to-be-me.
Give me a ******' break, I breakin' off a buzz...
You standin' lil too close, back it off now couz'

Got my liquor on,
Diamonds, sparkly-****,
Suit smooth, mirror,
they can't see my clip,
got my liquor on,
Uh huh sip, sip.
Now break out a mirror,
chopping up some ****.
Got my liquor on...
And I'm O-k a' a' a' y!


Got my liquor on,
it's a 'Sat-tur-day,'
going out to party,
going out to play...
and I'm...I'm O-k a' a' a' y.


Come on mirror-mirror,
Oh ** sip-sip,
lean in a mirror-nearer,
My legacy a ship.
I couldn't make it clearer,
Oh ** sip-sip,
I'm gettin' fu cked-up
And I'm O-k a' a' a' y!


Music Going Crazy!
Music Going Crazy!
Music Going Crazy!

And I'm O-k a' a' a' y!

<musical break>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>

And I'm O-k a' a' a' y!

<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
<nin-nin-nin-nin-nin-nin>
1.3k · Jul 2016
Ode to an Egyptian Girl
A lover to a sailor’s mast,
She’s leaving me,
…moving; fast.

Cris-crossed with linen,
Set to sail,
A relation-ship…
…I had failed.

Low-hanging moon,
Way out yonder, -there,
Glint off her spar,
So far now,
I don’t care.

Frothy seas of waves impress,
Is it a lonely beach?
Shore, sure;
I guess.

A bottle drained,
In some sadness, yes,
Fill a glass; to my Bess.

If I told you, you could have it all?
Soar the heavens, never fall.
Said my man she’d never leave,
A life of love a life achieved.

There’s your lover,
You’re manning a sailor’s mast,
Wind is blowing oh-so-fast,

Low-hanging moon,
A relationship -steeled,
Wounded heart of hers…
It had been healed.

Steady waves, a gentle rock,
Endless days since you’d had that talk.
On a course together all through life,
The happiness and the spice of nights,
Frothy seas, gentle waves, and nights they fold right into days...

If I told you,
You could have it all?
Soar the heavens,
And never fall?

Lonely empty bottle...
Rolling in the froth,
Goodbye my Bess,
my love; I’ve lost.
1.3k · Nov 2018
Futuristic
Eyes of our world
are eyes that see
ones imagining
possibilities
1.3k · Oct 2017
Yesterday
If you took it from the past,
-what a wonderful

If you took it from the past,
-what a wonderful

If you took it from the past,
-what a wonderful

Took it from a past,
-Wonderful World
1.3k · Aug 2016
Blues
The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

And ye-e-eah, ye-e-eah, YEAH! -we're watchin' WATCHIN' -watching every day!

The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

AND IT'S A PLACE OUTS-I-I-I-I-DE, HE'S PLAYING; MR. SHADE!

The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

* AND NO ONE CAN PLAY,
                  -play like Mr. Shade!

The ancients solved Longitudinal navigation by plotting a position against the moon and any one of ten major stars that can be found on the ecliptic at night. Who really believes that four thousand years of moon tablets in Sumer/Shinar are just time tables or astrology?
1.3k · Feb 2018
Victoria
A

Valentine,

of any kind

is affirmation of

their

love and. . .


...if you believe it,
then it is so.
1.2k · Jun 2016
Heartfall
She dances as my chest pulls forward,
Moving does my heart -untoward,
Swinging around, making a gesture,

Is that for me?

She sways my direction...
Validates heart’s inflection,

She’s dancing for me…

Heartfall;  she’s dancing, dancing for me,
Heartfall;  she’s dancing, dancing for me,

Our bodies a rhythm together,
Energy, excitement and pleasure,
Swing in closer, -a new gesture,

Is that for me?

Her arms round my neck, mouth to my lips,
Swinging her body, swaying her hips,
Our mouth's are together in an ellipse…

Heartfall;  she’s dancing, dancing for me,
Heartfall;  she’s dancing, dancing for me,

Heartfall;  she’s dancing, dancing for me,
Heartfall;  *she’s dancing, dancing for me,
1.2k · Feb 2018
Esus
I know that I hung on a windy tree,

cross

Nine long nights.

Hanukkah, Christmas, Saturnalia

Wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,

Longinus

Myself to myself...

Abandoned by God

On that tree of which no man knows

The Tree of Knowledge

from where it's roots run.

Laws by mankind

No bread did they give me nor drink from a horn,

Suffering, no mercy

I arose with the Word,

Ascension

and came back down to them.

Resurrection
This is an ancient Celtic poem. No author is cited.  It sounds like the, "son," of God(Odin) lamenting whom in Celtic fair should be the character known as Esus. He is depicted in stone as being a carpenter surrounded by animals. The spear of Longinus from, "Odin," represents the lineage of Kings and their judgement. Odin means, "Father," and God as all earthly Kings descended in spirit from God into their human forms.
1.2k · Jan 2017
She
She
Her hair was a rose of
wonder that I fancied
touching, envisioning
sweet caress of tender-
mossy skin on softened
shore of wet peat-bog,
sinewy, wispy essence
true, intoxication oceanic
Ogyges-blue, observe a
mechanized Sol-to-solace
too, what I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I in
my solicitude and appre-
-hensive about her truth,
Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-
-I-I-I-I
know, I know and I-I-
-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ah
I know oh, oh, if
I lose her, if she go-oh-oes, I-I-I,
I-I-I, I-I-I,
will, will die-eye-I-I-I,
I will die-eye-I oh, oh, oh, oh,

my love I will die-eye-I-I-I, oh my
my love will die-eye-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I…
My love will die-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I…
* My Love Will Die!
1.2k · Nov 2016
Blankfein'd!
Sea of money, green wave it crashes...
...take it peon, take all your lashes!
Homeowners, taxpayers, nation, investor,
my hands on it all, everything; for I am molester!

Ideology, philosophy and ego,
entering your hearts, your minds; the Sea Goat!
All of it for my class, the world is our pile...
...now I choke off the spigot and wither you Gen-tile!

Money subjugation, adorn it with laurels...

Banker am I!

The man of no morals!
1.2k · Jun 2016
Myth
She fluttered like the heart ascending o’er that ‘a way,
her swirling flower petals trailing scents throughout the day.

Heaven’s hounds are following, the wolves who chase the moon,
who chased after the birds and eagles, -who clamored to the sun.

The meeting followed once the bull, and the man,
tree and mountain, rivers and ship; found they met as one.

And finally the snake appeared to join in Tlaloc’s face,
All the actions, movements and motions that occur in outer-space.
Each apportioned in a name and symbol, time and order, or function each unto its place...

When the heart did see them afterwards and it fluttered like the early birds, inhaling in the wondrous, feeling something marvelous, and trailing through the skies upon and over time…
…and song or poem, bardic tale, kenning and the rhyme,

And set in stone or scribed on scroll, clay-carved or remembered in the mind. Lost of rhyme or reason and forgotten of their meaning until thought of as sublime. A tragedy or travesty, our lost past and history and that Dragon from the mine; and who he was or who he is and what we’ve lost or what we did.

A sleeper nay, a beast they say, who directs the evil Id...

And the birds shall fly and flowers grow, the ship arrived and animals stowed. The rivers, tree, mountain, bee, the bull and last, the man.
An ordering too and of all things said to be a plan,
…and that Dragon in his awful cave,
when Homer died became the grave,
...for over time did man forget them and thus became a slave.

chorus

…qe te awis petō, beehelōtis krēskō, plowós ghēmi qe kaiwotos karpō,

Te danus, deru, uros, bheiqlā, te ukson qe póstmos te haner,
…qe tagjōvi do-qe-pe olja weqtise seke do esmi e-men,
…qe jod Dherghen en-hen ghouros-te-speqos,
jom e-Homer walóm weiṛtō en-dō bhodsās;
…uperi tempos, ye man ne-mē, qe-en-dō e-dōsos.
Narrative rhyme. Mythology constructs with the entire last six lines repeated in 'Proto-Indo-European' language as a chorus. Write-out Dherghen the ancient way with just the primary consonants then add vowels without knowing which ones to use; D R G N. Dragon.
1.2k · Jun 2016
Charybdis Child
With a body of curves, like no other, a true image of the magnificent, celestial mother.

And flowing as a spring with infinite roar, yet one small detail one could not ignore.

Her hair was a torrent, a weathering storm, scattering birds, attracting lightning; a whirlpool in form.

This visage, this appearance, so strange, so bizarre; face of spinning waters, as brilliant as stars.

Falling in love with her, into her flows, where everyone knows where the torrid passion goes.

In drowning descent, never returning from the throes, Land of Sleep, a beast awaits; the awful Kro-nos.
Charybdis is the whirlpool that descends to the underworld. She is the source of the word Caribbean. This is metered poetry. I believe Charybdis is in fact all the oceans around the Eurasian landmass, swirling as a gigantic whirlpool that in ancient times would bring any ship down whom ventured to stay at sea too long.
1.2k · Dec 2016
Friend?
Sittin' at your table,
...do you need a friend?
Jeremiad; -unhinged, unstable...
...media your sin.

Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!

You lurch about and wonder why,
there's no one angry when you lie?
No enemies, no crowd, no scene.
No videos of you be-ing obscene.

Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!

No wants, no worries, never try,
they'll be no one there when you die.
They'll be no one there when you die?
Light-box your friend, what are you, shy?

Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!

Your phone responds, it talks to you.
Computer, T.V. -video games too.
One day you won't wake up in that tomb.
Having spent your whole life in a room.

Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!

You need a friend.
1.2k · Dec 2016
Mr. Phil Faut
Stroke the boney-smooth
boney smooth

Clean

The further West we go,
the further Right to the beginning

Cleansed

clenched fists
angry thoughts, centered on...

Caucasian

???

...the fluttering

shaking

Turner it around,
Merry-Go-Round

skin stretched tight
muscles, display

On the Farm with Ole MacDonald
I live

<radio>

Storm on horizon, lightning split the air,
thunder crack the night now,
'Cause we're always there.
You know Eight Owl's sittin'
stand in a council everywhere?
Forget your hopes see the future now,
Aryan teeth are bared.


I drive past a sign for Trump.
1.2k · Jun 2016
Ozymandias
King of Kings, I am to man!
Set apart, in stone; a gentry,

With a tomb that sits but nearly empty?

A grave with few artifacts to witness bear,
Inscription of him, who was the great king,

Who was once and future, a beginning to everything,

Whose great father descended into those lands…
Where epitaph graces a lonely stone,

And Ozymandias rests, at peace, alone.
Percy Shelley and Horace Smith both wrote poems about a statue found in Egypt that contained an epithet with the name Ozymandias. Each successive king was the reincarnation of the first king so every statue was in fact the first king of Egypt; Menes.

His tomb was found to be empty but had several artifacts including one written in Sumerian cuneiform. This is further proof that Sumerians started the Egyptian cities and the name, "Ozymandias," translates by root words into, "God's Magic Mind."

So back to the epithet, who can create like the king? No one for his works come from God's Magic Mind. This is my version in tribute to the first king of Egypt and the statue. It is my contention that Menes is Minos and Manis and Ninus and therefore he is the son of ******. The first as told in the Bible to invade Africa and conquer it.
1.2k · Nov 2016
Sister-chained
Why do we treat each other this way?
Feels like our words are only a chain . . .

Sister-chained
            why do you
treat me this way?

Sister-chained
            How do I
get you to change?

Sister-chained
            why oh why?
Oh why, even today,
            I'm sister-chained?

Noth-ing but pain,
Born to be sisters except for this pain,
That pain, the words, pain it remains. . .

Sister-chained
conflict between us al-ways remains,
conflict between us remains.

Sister-chained
            unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,

Sister-chained
            How do I
get you to change?            
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,


Oh woe. . .
Ever notice how critical and abusive women are towards each other?
1.2k · Feb 2018
Get Out Ferrar...
...see me walk in the club.
Man,
They say,

"Is he for real?"

*******,
I ain't dumb!

Get out the car
and I walk in the club
The walk isn't far
not just a walk,

just, just, just
-just enough

Feelin' it on me, lights and a crowd
doors open up see, -face hit with that loud?

Get out my car
and I walk into my club
check on the til

*******,

-this just ain't enough!
Ferrari, lake house, payroll and payments...
girls drop the attitude, I'm keeping you off pavements.

Now walk with me,

get close
no,

you ******* stay closer,
all these tricks here watchin'
now they see you as a grosser.
You throwing money down?
You know my ******* gonna take it
music is so loud,
now ******* you been breaked-in.

Tappin' that *** like Tappan Zee Bridge,
my girls made a connection and that's what it is.
See me get up, see me walk out this club
I got your whole paycheck, -maybe that's just enough?

Ferrari, lake house,
-and I own a club.

Living the dream, got a look and it's loud
I know you looking at me, I stand out in a crowd.

Gettin' in my Ferarr
as I leaving the club
Got a wife, got some kids

-cause,

-******* I ain't dumb.

Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
man
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
man
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
man
Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club
Check your starring *****,
cause ******* I ain't done.

Get out Ferarr, get, -get in my club.
We do all kinds of things for family that society says is unacceptable. Some people do unacceptable things for no reason at all. Some messages are negative. Some are positive.
1.2k · Aug 2017
Reading
I found a cloak in fluttered paper,
paper that stands still...

Two stiff ends bind, enclose my yoke,
to those stories that do reveal...

Bound and stiff, yoked, yet so whimsy,
the paper doth conceal.

Undrape the cloak to become the man,
life becomes the thrill.

Never do sit still
Never do sit still
Never do sit still

The definition of Man is not thought alone...
1.2k · Jun 2017
Sun
Sun
The heat of the Sun,
is just an illu-sion.
The heat of the Sun,
is just something they say.

THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
...heat of the sun,
...heat of the sun,
...of the Su-uh-un.


We're walk-ing in light,
light of the allu-sion,
Pinion's of the fire now,
-pin me to the ground.
Laying here in the light,
surrounded by the con-fusion.

The heat of the Sun,
is just an illu-sion.
The heat of the Sun,
is just something they say.


THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
...heat of the sun,
...heat of the sun,
...of the Su-uh-un.

Arise from the ash-es,
the dawning a new one,
Fire-sticks always turn-ing,
spin-ning with no sound?
STAND-ING WHILE ON FIRE!
feathery ashes, -***** the light.
Night of the allu-sion,
all the pain and confusion,
They two be-come fusion,
is just something they say!

The heat of the Sun,
is just an illu-sion.
The heat of the Sun,
is just something at day.*

THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
...heat of the sun,
...heat of the sun,
...of the Su-uh-un.

THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
IS JUST SOMETHING THEY SAY!
THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
IT DIES WITH THE DAY!
HEAT OF THE SUN,
HEAT OF THE SUN,
HEAT OF THE SUN,


...heat of the Su-uh-un...
In tribute to Chris Cornell.
1.1k · Jun 2016
Orion
Running through a field of stars
past the twirling gnomes…

The Bell-whistle blows as the train rolls in,
For the field of stars; my home…

An ashen horse in Celtic glee,
And me;

a weary sack

of bones.
The ashen horse is the moon, the gnomes are the twins; Gemini ...the train rolling is the stars in their daily/nightly journey. Read Plato's Cratylus.
1.1k · Dec 2016
Poseidon...
..spit me out.


I tried to sin against the currency...

I tried to swim.

I DIED.

I came back...on the beach.

Beachhead of death.

I DIED.

I swam against the tide on LSD.

i died

i died

i died
1.1k · Feb 2017
The Sumerian
With heartbreak and loss...
             does the Divine hear our thoughts?

Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,

WHOOSH!

On hands, on knees,
wind, hair, cascade, face.
I cry out -hoary breath,
sobbing, tender, the freeze.

FUP-FUP-FUP

Painful sheering burning ice upon my forearms...
             to die is a warmth here.

Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,

He lands and screeches,
talon'd feet below,
swaddling of wispy bandages
knees bent in reverse,
awkward pose o'er me
I look up and I see!

Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,

Creature of arms species of wings, bandied, banded...
              almonded eyes so black, large, -peering.

FUP-FUP-FUP

It knows of pain.
To deliver me, -here.
...away from the world
I exist in short space,
I lean back my haunches,
expiate my yeornful heart!

Torn out but beating and in pain no more?
          I am leaving with this messenger...

Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,

To the Van...
      to the van...

Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning.

...spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning.

...spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning.
1.1k · Jul 2016
Seeking Ara
Talk to me, can you hear me O’ Lord?
Send me something that I can not ignore,
Staring at seas from the cold lonely shore,
What of future?
Can the angels be calling?

I was young when you embraced me,
When you opened my mind to the world’s mystery,
I came home and started a family,
Three bundles of joy near a bountiful sea,
…and this life?
Has the Age begun falling?

Cattle left unattended and the goats without shepherd?
Were sacrifices left for the goat, bull, crab or leopard?
Battened down hatches as rains poured in the cube,
The square in the circle that Saturn had drew,
Eerie creaks, minor leaks, anxiety and the fear,
Prophesied, built as planned, as the waters drew near,

Talk to me, I am struggling O’ Lord,
Is this it? The message that cannot be ignored,
I was young when you embraced me,
When you showed me the wonders of the land and the sea,
I built you this house and filled it with Thee,
Will we make it?
The waves are appalling...

One Man knew where his place was with god, inundation, extirpation, traded hammer for rod.

A Great Bird of Paradise, was beckoning her call, swarms of bats and songbirds ahead of the squall.

Open the porthole; we are saving them all, as the ship sets loose as the giants did fall.

Drop the rope, do it now, so we can, plumb the depth,
She cried out;

“Where to live, who will rule and what shall be left?”

“O’ Noah!”

I’m now old, but will you embrace me?
I now know you’ve been there since the dawning of history,
We’re adrift, all is lost and their drowning in sea,
Nothing’s left, but the gig-an-to-machy,
The reigns of your horse are now pulling us free,

“Release all the doves for I know now that he is with me!”

“O’ Noah!”

They were young, when you embraced us,
You gave us your love and did what you must,
I have given my life, for all that was needed,
Serpent’s mount, where we stood, as the waters receded,

*“O’ Lord! Oh…”
"Ara," is a constellation known in the Sumerian original as, "the rock, mountain, ledge and Bird of Paradise." Consequently, these elements all happen to be in the story of Noah, Gilgamesh and Ziusudra versions. If you take apart the names etymologically to their roots you find the name itself is the original myth for Noah is Nu-Ah which means, "Flood!," and Ziusudra means, "An action of water." Therefore, Mount Ara-At where Noah's ark rested is actually a constellation which is what Frances Rolleston claims in her book, "Mazzaroth," that the people from the region, until modern Christianity, said that all of these stories were based on celestial elements that were present in the night-time sky. No one who lived in the Middle East believed these stories were real. The Sumerian story of Nuah was an attempt to explain how the Sun divided the celestial waters exposing land for man to live on which happens to parallel, exactly, both the Phoenician and Egyptian versions of creation.

The Greek version called the, "Argo," was a constellation formed of all the center constellations from Orion north and south. 'G' was transposable with 'K' across most ancient languages. In Sumerian, "Ara-at," means, "serpent's mountain."

My sources are books by L.A. Waddell, Max Mueller, Samuel Kramer, Frances Rolleston, George ***, Karl Penka and E.A. Wallis Budge.
1.1k · Jun 2016
East of Mississippi
East of Mississippi far away from the hustle,
old mills, dirt and muck,
mirth and the muscle...
Where livelihood’s still found resting in the arm,
out past the cities and down on the farm,
Growing up simple cause that’s where we are,
trying to hard and never getting far,
Toiling in the fields or out in a barn,
Well that’s where we are never getting too far,
…but that’s where we are.


I’ll set the stage and you listen here,
is this like any story that you’ve lent to an ear?
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
how life takes turns and where it seems to go,
you lead with your heart and love seems to flow...

It was Saturday night and I was at the county fair,
Where every kid hung out, yeah ya’ll know where,
Center of town and east of Mississippi’s
with the young cowboys and the girls were all hippies,
The winds picked up and she shined in the moon,
My heart thumping so hard it made me swoon,
I knew I had to make my move soon,

So I walked right up and grabbed her hand
and spun her around like I had a plan,
We started dancing and wouldn’t you know,
love was on the horizon and that’s how it goes,
From the square that night and back to my car,
small town lovers that’s about as far,
…and I was playing it cool acting Brad Pitt to my best
and asking her to dance was my best guess,
Oh my baby in that sundress!

…and nothing in this world will ever compare, life with her was what I needed to share,

I asked her to marry me right then and there,
Her eyes lit up and the crowd just stared
as the clouds rolled by and the moonlight flared,
She walked right up and grabbed my hand
and stood me up like she had a plan,
and that first kiss was ‘man-o-man’

…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there.

She was so pretty she made me feel old
and that’s our story of love I’ve told.
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
how life takes turns and where it seems to go,
How there’s nothing in this world like her sundress
and dancing in the moonlight was my best guess.
County fair, a proposal and our first kiss
and she walked right up to me just like this,

…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there.

She was so pretty she made me feel old
and that’s our story of love I’ve told,
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
there’s no work in this world like love to grow,
…and there she was in her sundress
and dancing in the moonlight was my best guess,
County fair, a proposal and our first kiss
and she walked right up to me just like this,

…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there,

East of Mississippi and every town square
where you’ll find her she’ll always be there,
The winds will pick up and she’ll shine in the moon
and your heart will pump so hard it’ll make you swoon,
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
how life takes turns and where it seems to go,
How there’s nothing in this world like her sundress
and dancing in the moonlight is a pretty good guess,
County fair, a proposal and the first kiss
and she’ll walk right up to you just like this,

…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there,

I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
there’s nothing in this world like love to grow…
Country music mythology; girls are beautiful in nothing but a sundress, everyone marries their high school sweetheart, grows up on a farm, has a pick-up truck at age fifteen, has never been anywhere farther than the country fair, fell in love on the first date, on the first kiss and lives in rural America circa 1950...

On side B he loses the girl, his dog dies, he drinks beer, wrecks the truck and sings a song about it.

I could have paired this down but if you are a songwriter it should be your job to inspire the artist singing the work by giving them more than enough possible interchanges that way the artist performing and the band can judge what fits their style best. This piece easily could be three different songs and contains at least five possible hooks. If I were a singer that is how I would want it; filled with choices.
1.1k · Jun 2016
Old School Rap
When I was a boy I seen 'em on the streets,
At the clubs, street-corners, places where they'd meet,
Had new shoes....clothes and watches,
Rolls of hundred dollar bills fillin' up they pockets.

Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,

Some folks think drug dealing's a game,
And cutting deals, slingin' merck is how you make a claim.
But it 'ain't-never-been-like-that' from the first day...
Mack-grind, tek nine's about gettin' paid!

Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,

Loaded-up and cocked, no fear, no doubt,
On a mack-grind and we headed out,
              ...out to get some bills, hunna-hunna bills,
Yeah we headed out,
               ...out to get some bills, hunna-hunna bills,
Yeah we headed out,

Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,

Crew, mack-grind and we out the door,
Whip-ride, lead-foot petal to the floor,
Guess what? Your crib is where we go...
And son you know, we ain't knockin' on the door.

Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,

Hunna-hunna bills,
Bangers out to ****,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,

Bangers here to ****...over hundred dollar bills.
1.1k · Jun 2016
When Caesar Wept for Cotta,
And blood stained Franco flowers,

Treachery ruled that day,

Left with a mourning Caesar,

Germans lost their Nerve,

When Caesar wept for Cotta…
Historical prose
1.1k · Apr 2017
SEE?
World as you end,
...same as the start.
Oh the indescribable beauty!
See the metaphor?
See?

1.1k · Jun 2016
Bacchus
The palm tree and the star,
              ...are always found together.

The branch and seed of man,
             ...bound by some secret tether.

All initiates in the mysteries,
             ...elicit a truth they find.

The palm tree and the star,
             ...are not just another sign.
Read Hislop's "The Two Babylons."
1.1k · Jun 2016
Traveling Ben
Travel, traveling Ben, travel to the stars,
See the world as it comes again, produced from afar,

Spirits of the Dawn make haste for Time is coming…
When the Sun will crest her waves, bringing forth the light of days,

Loose the moorings set your clock, burn incense for the Spirits,
Travel! Traveling Ben, you know the universe, is happening!

And all time will be told again, in a machine-space of stars,
Her oboe of horology, for the sailors tune –cosmology,

Loose the moorings set your clock, burn incense for the Spirits,
Sail your ship over the sun, the place of your appearance.

Travel traveling Ben, travel to those stars,
Your ship a cap, you ship captain, from a sandy field of ours.

I could not think what else to say to end this little ditty,
But thinking on my ancient Egypt makes me oh so giddy!

What has Ben, will be Ben again, for Ben plus Ben makes two,
And there you go, I’ve gone and done it, given you a clue…
"Ben," in Gaelic means mountain and in Egyptian means..."Mountain top."

So, "Ben-ben," means, "capstone." Get the riddle?
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