And skip the flashing lights
Recitation of rights
and long, drawn-out trial
Put yourself in prison
Wear your favorite blouse
One book to read for a year
Window the size of pupils
Constantly in crowds
Never a part of the masses
Seeing history repeat itself ad infinitum
Waiting for the heat death of the universe
And then what?
Reruns flashing through your mind
Like the penis going in and out
Of the vagina
Again and again
Over and over
Until the now is then
And then is over.
The emperor, the conqueror
Commanding every confidence
Cold, calm and under control
A version in the past tense
A shadow lock atop a cliff
Staring into the abyss
Humanity is underneath
The very point of his fingertip
And yet he waits for what might be
And casts his eye on every scene
Having seen the way the world did bend
Beneath the bow tyranny
His hands hold out and underneath
The sovereignty which is at hand
But always will he watch the streets
For the enemy of every man
Peace shouldn't be kept
Hiding behind their carefully ironed suits
They hold peace in their hands
Peace chained by their greed
Their so called peace
That could only be enjoyed by the few
That survived the war
On the right side of the border
But is that really peace?
When on the other side
The side that lost
A child is crying
Because his father is missing
His mother is dying
His sister is itching
Because of a disease that was spreading
From the rotten bodies
That laid across their country
The country that lost
In the war called
Why must peace be kept
Those monsters keep strangling peace in their hands
Peace shouldn't be kept
hidden beneath buttons
and embroidered seams,
a beautifully stitched silken dream
to protect the laity,
to contain the supremacy
and hide the glare
of your sublime light.
I know the life-giving warmth
of the great orb up above
But never before have I witnessed
A beauty like this sun;
the power of the universe
all contained in one.
One moment, one persona,
one grand rule, spreading
throughout this world,
turning it golden,
turning it molten,
right through my eyes,
cancelling my sight
with your exquisite radiance.
So arresting is your stare,
it binds me.
It ties me in knots and confines me.
Just as you like me.
Restricted from your lofty grace,
all tangled in your netted lace
imprisoned by your distant gaze,
I am unworthy.
Your irises mirror the sea,
they wash right over me;
move me in tides
and sighs and delights
of heights I’ve never flown
and levels too deep and infinite
to ever fully be known.
You make me wish to be sewn
as a gold, threaded flower
into the collar of your coat;
the fabric that is me,
pressed against your throat.
Privy to every whisper,
every hot, lengthy exhale
as it trails from your lips like a fire,
making me perspire.
Your heat singeing my eager lungs.
Our breath at last, melded as one.
Hypnotized, I am I spun
like a magnetic, orbiting moon.
A satellite in unending flight,
moved by the gravitational
pull of your rule.
Let me eclipse your sun into night,
the round edges of your light
showcasing my truest form
as you emanate your royal rays
in which I am now adorned.
My darkness ablaze as you are reborn.
A coronation for you, my majesty.
My honor traded away in pageantry,
in fealty all to you.
Let me wear the golden crown
of your glaring elegance.
Let me revel in your regal arrogance
as it wraps around me like a lustrous shroud
conforming me in you.
I shall wear it proud upon me,
head bowed in reverent servility
so that I may orbit my star eternally.
This cosmic dance just for you.
I am great and powerful in all things,
but all these things I will give to you.
The jewel of my heart, in pieces and shards
as ornaments and scepters for you.
I mean to be ruled.
Undo your buttons.
Lose your seams.
Let me gaze upon my imperial dream.
Forward into the fiction of humanity and slave away a once overcrowded race
Creatures crowd me and fight for an alienated bill of our rights
So turn your pitchforks to each other soldier because once again survival is the fittest
Watch as I order myself the new king of the hill and see to it that you bow down to me
Once again I am the new democracy I am the new fear that you etch into your brains.
If one decides to challenge me then that one will become the new floorboards I walk on
If the floor isn’t good enough for my elegance to walk on, then I expect you to lay down.
I am the ruler that you run from
I am the ruler that you hate
But make your feet dance before me or you won’t have to feel the fear anymore
You’ll feel my hands around your neck.
I am secluded
by the steps of a brutal mind
Written in black and white
numerals on dirty chalkboards
Was I sleeping past my childhood lesson?
Please, wake my tired, bloodshot eyes !!
They are weary from
and X rated dreams
The sting of the wooden rule of measure
punished my hands
The welted numbers tattooed
on my swollen palms
Ten Hail Marys are not enough to stop this atrocity
The towering stoic women,
dressed in black habits
I do not dare look away
but I did
Time was broken
when the rulers cracked the desk
Ear deafening sounds
with my frozen tears stuck in pause
I looked up to the heavens
to seek answers from my god
Not one whisper back,
I was screaming vulgarties in silence
Lowering my head to my desk,
I closed my eyes
and counted the numerals
on the dirty chalkboard
Some people think that The Devil doesn't exist but he's not imaginary.
At the moment Satan rules the world but that is only temporary.
After Jesus returns, Satan will be defeated and destroyed.
In the meantime, his wicked temptations are things we should avoid.
The world is in a terrible shape because Satan causes people to sin.
But at some point in the future, he will lose and Jehovah God will win.