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Demonic Sonnets

And who shall care for that o'er which you weep

Or share the burden of this world's foredoom

Seen starkly? Behold, a haunting specter creeps

Among the binding fates spun on life's loom.

You’ll wake them not to that great misery

Which emptiness of pride has reckless wove

But pluck the web for loss and trembling

Of idols in the soul for which they strove.

Put off your glossy youth and early oaths

Devout nativity; raise up your cup

To ***** Lethe and thunder with the strokes

Of fury, treading out the ripened sup!

They will not bear to flay their sacred cows

But shades of death endure and prostrate bow.

 

Ages in their veins, more raging, whirl

As titanic potentials’ dreadful might

Turns girl to boy, conversely boy to girl

Unlimbing reason for unreason's fright.

That once gone right, here deftly ventures left

As self-conception staggers to its doom

Bursting the bonds of day and night, distressed

With desperate grasping measures, late and soon.

So set on generation's awesome curve

Of ageless heart and mind, how shall they bear

The die they cast at first when madly swerved

Into contesting congresses of care?

Dividing parts, dissolving in the same

The common wealth, no part the whole maintains.

 

Boast of the times and gilded privilege

Are these pretended guardians of State

Whose politics of power have sought to bank

Their future 'gainst dissenting arguments.

With rhetoric to foist a brave new age

They come as chaos mages on the brink

Of all disposing will, all ends betrayed

To serve their corporations’ nod and wink.

Auctioning the world, their goods are sold

Commercially with avaricious might

That sanctions lust, in quest of pyrite gold

And pirate earnings, staked upon deceit.

At last, the men of mock integrity

Luring the world to covert slavery!

 

Hurrah, the master men and lords of time-

From time brought forth, they are the world's latest

Whose overweening strut is in the best

Of culminating age, the mind refined!

Now to and fro they go, their lists increased

With every tally; line for line computes

Their beads of enterprise, the while relieved

Of tribulation, fate of hapless dupes.

Learning is theirs, precepts are theirs to bend;

Lawyers, clerics, politicians rest

Upon this pillar; they can split or mend

The finest lines; no guile their thoughts distress.

Step by step they round the universe

And finite lies to infinite converse!

 

What pride of theirs that strains for fleeting fame

Seeking to wrest from time the wasting plaque

Of recognition, host to every hack

That postures on the stage of the obscene!

Pretending worth, their practiced scripts dispose

In mocking light an empty dignity

While darkening intents; witless disclosed

On lips and brow their self-important glee.

As if full-wrought by truth's heroic wing

Their pride aspires; on vain conceits they soar

Up through the mist while private songs they sing

In self-made praise for deeds of phantom lore.

From belfries of the schools, in broken flight

They shriek away, hell's banshees of the night!

 

These timely wise, entranced of mind, decree-

Hear all you simple what we shall disclose

Which craft of our discernment is repose

Of wealth in understanding mastery.

A gift to all, these rich-invested beings

Pretending to resolve profundities

Decoct the world with learned fluency

Of torture ways, all gnostic knots untied.

A flair for comedy, their gelded self

Mounts every snorting bore of certainty

Then armchair resting, pants to yet indulge

Another ******* idol’s reckless scheme.

Some stowaways upon the open seas

And polished sextants of academe!

 

Here is their derogation, born from creeds

Of judgment in self-righteous confidence

That proves for nothing to the innocent

But swamps life's refugees with cruel conceit.

With ages they have built the edifice

Of dogma; every pit and lion’s maw

Is their contraption, set in consciousness

Of the condemning letter of their laws.

Cunning serpents, masquerading doves

They fashion argument, more vicious wrought

With rationales to blacklist those who strove

To flee their institutions’ heinous plot.

Enamored with a fascist benefit

The systems of the world they implement!

 

Fanatic men, how bold they tempt the fates

That meet to each the fruits of brutish will

Redoubled, which they’ve spent in kind to date

Upon their brothers, sisters…other self.

They make an estimation, rule the span

Between men; lord over equity

With zero tolerance and brazen hand

To smash upon their consanguinity.

Such is the wicked priesthood’s confidence

In its own judgment, ever owning not

The wrong condemned in others, deep dispensed

To every heart, from roots of life begot.

More wretched they, and haunted with the shame

Of hypocrites, bedeviled by the same!

 

O law of learning, sum of thinkers' best

Now magnified, ensconced upon the power

Of natal worth and privileged social dower;

Once ruled by you, the Earth pleads for redress.

No scruple sought, no reservation found

To staunch against your certifying will

Which point of iron stylus now furrows

The world at large as object for the ****

So cart away your pleading victim, mired

In ****** wallows of concupiscence

And grace deny, self-dubbed the doubtless squire-

Errant usurper of the human quest.

How dignified, the rake of your ambition

That promises continual division!

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Apr 14, 2012
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