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Coyote Oct 2010
In the
chasm
between
two thoughts
lies the garden
of bliss.
Easily found
but not easily
entered...
Coyote Oct 2010
We’ve ******
into the abyss
of life leaving
chaos and strife
in our wake
for the sake
of the almighty
buck.
We’ve ******
societies dogs;
Rabid *******
howling madly
through Autumn’s
aborted twilight,
their plight abandoned
by the clergy and
the evening news.
- From Notes from the Abyss
Coyote Oct 2010
Somewhere between
no place special and
nowhere fast the last
of mankind’s honor
lies bleeding and
alone.
The receding tide
of ignorance carries
a crimson warning
that I fear will be
unheeded by future
generations of neocons
bowing before greed’s
unholy altar.
Arise and cast away
your golden calf
for in death the
breath of eternity
pays no heed to
souls blinded by
prosperity's lies
but in eyes alive
with compassion,
longing for a better
world
Coyote Oct 2010
Shadows fall across the moon
I fear the end is coming soon
For I had things I hoped to do
As I am sure that you did too
But maybe in another time
that isn’t just a pantomime
Laughter and the children's
song will show us all where
we belong.
Just a little 'June and spoon' (or 'moon and soon') poem to pass the time. Hope you enjoy...
Coyote Oct 2010
The Lord was my shepherd;
But not anymore.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures with the
weak minded beasts of the
field.
He dooms my soul to eternal
slavery.
He leadeth me beside waters
of condemnation.
Yea though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for it was thou
who brought me here.
Thy rod and thy staff wait eagerly
to punish my heresy.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Enemies I did not have before
joining thy flock.
Goodness and mercy should be gifts
unbidden.
I have seen the hallowed gates
of thine house oh Lord yet prefer
the stables.

I find there is more humanity there…
Coyote Oct 2010
Spinning ever faster into oblivion,
the servant cannot hear the Master’s
voice
All the world burns with the greed
of the new divinity
The preoccupied masses kneel before
the glow of the sacred blue screen as
the last lights of humanity flicker
and vanish into the abyss

Oh man, what has thy vanity brought?
- From Notes from the Abyss

— The End —