shattered
torn asunder
in the maelstrom
the churning
of colliding seas
how we
were tsunamis
cast from foreign worlds
towering o'er star-crossed shores
devouring civilizations
those were my dreams

and there
with light eclipsing the sun
were angels
whilst God commanded
who should be saved
and who would meet
their end
by the maws
of the surging grave
the tides if death
the vengeance we partook o'er evil
to sap the fires
of the cannibals' cauldrons
of the wicked witches' works
of the devil's deed scouring the lands of innocence
tilling world for harvests of souls
God warred with fury
with wrath untold
with heaven's war cries raging, bold
I saw the towers
fall as dominoes
shrieks of villainy
soups of human flesh spilled,
feasts ruined in droves
and I ne'er wept so poorly
ne'er kissed the ground so humbly
watching the world overturned in its savagery
by change so indomitable
by goodness so gracious

but I had
as all children do
given up my dreams
of being heroic
of being a champion
for justice
was God's alone

I gave up my visions
of power unassailable
of justice that trounces reprisal
of vengeance beyond sin,
I gave it all up to God
to a victor
who is more
than a conqueror
to a being
who is love incarnate
whose surrender
is destruction loosed upon the wicked
whose mercy
touches only those who art cleansed
of their murderous hearts
and their chaotic whims

I gave up my power
to the redeemer of all who art redeemed
and to the devils I say,
woe betide those who consort
with the fallen one
whose days shall no longer be numbered
when the gates of damnation
close in upon him
and open again
no longer...

Am I in hell now?

I don't think it is heaven! --


There is no one here!

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Take a minute,
think this is me, five years
senior on Seinfeld, your felt
field
there it is, hier es kommt
lang syne
emotion, whata mensch, turns out he is
one of those
in the business
of exchange and wealth accumulation resulting
in absolute freedom
from any but the deepest rooted cultural veins,

Kosher Money caters to the crowd,
the joke was, at least, she did not marry a goy,
Jerry never said that, but
you'll never know
if those legal pads all burned

said the old man to the traditional up and comer,
still quick to mention awareness of the markup,
I could get that for you wholesaled, but
keep it between us,
lemme know, any time,
idle minds worked by devils,
we see it all the time,
before our very human eyes,
the bad guys ever corrupting absolute power,
intended to purify,
prethinking
zero sum a we
you all must die,
let fly the strategy of peace past
one mind united under one
ambitious will
misunderstanding,
look up and wonder,
thinking, you know, this is easy enough
to imagine being encorporated into,
swallowed up
by a self image, autosprachen
will zur Machts mehr als nichts
taking the Sysiphus helper role,
to make ends meet the first
mobius twist in real time awe
as sum'n granted mine to project
as well, we tried, and found umph worked
with persistent phi ties to intial spin on truth
as that which makes free, and freedom becomes
pi spherical only under artificial symmetries,
a mortal fiction, save in the proper mind,
mind your manners, find doors open.

Temptation,
take the money, honey, and live
like a refugee, high
in the hills
with all the others

all simple kinds
of men, being bound
on momma's wishes,
and grandpa's example, come to hear
this one old boy pitch the services
of an old converted Pentecostal Jew,

whose hair whitened early granting authority,
at the boy level most men use to worship with,

when I was a child, eh, you familiar with the verse,
I thought as a child, yes, we are similar -save
in this,
when I became an old man,
I was advised to examine my life, for worth,
when judgement comes to take account, each word
idle or abused, each lie believed let go be told true,

what we see is what we get,
what we think is what we see, and we all

work, on different frequencies to ensure novel lives,
no twice in the same instant aha,
I got this… since I was seven,

EUREKA, peace displaces gaseous forms of war.
and nonsense doesn't seem so different,

you never feel the nonsensed effect.

From heaven and hell
or simply I could tell
a labyrinth where I fell
and begged in a
cathedral that I've built
to woe my insurmountable grief
to forfend my undying love. and thus, my love grew as my abyss.

I may not know what's coming.
Some days, I can't say that I care.
But that's because I've paved and walked
the road to hell and back,
and lived to tell the tale.
If you're on that road today,
it's not too late to turn back.
Close your eyes. Breathe in, and say "not today."