Silver sun on basking lakes
where golden ice sits in her throne Of ice and snow and frosted stone Rubble red the soil takes to try and sate Queen Nature's greed for all above and all beneath Power can never be slaked Man and Earth are master's each Of the mountain and the beach No wealth outside their reach
For the penniless man
Who begs a coin - No grub today You're lazy For the tourettes man Who swears today - No patience here You're crazy For the homeless man Who asks for a bed - Find another town You're an eyesore For the foreign man Who seeks to work - Move on, move on To another shore For the LGBTs Who look for acceptance - No! No! No! You're not invited! All you pariahs and freaks Get with the message - This is Eden and You are the blighted All you so called Messiahs and creeps How else can we express it? There is a castle of priviledge here And we don't want you inside it.
Oppressing the people
Deaf to their cries STOP! SLOW DOWN! GIVE US MORE! Time marches on As indifferent to what Lies ahead As what came before
Time rules us all
Tick In the tyranny of the measuring clock Death is but a tortoise in this timeless race With every slow tick and echoing tock Forever keeping its careless pace With so much to do I stay awake With one foot in front of the other Running with knees and feet that ache Time feeds worms a salutary supper In the end we must lie and nap Embrace eternal slumbers deadlock We are just hares caught in times trap In the tyranny of the measuring clock
To Jess She wanted to bury me alive but i will (not) hand her the shovel to dig my grave. She wanted to ignite me but i will (not) bathe in gasoline and revel in the incense. i almost thought i saw heaven when **** had me at hello, almost. But i am flesh and fire, i am iron and ice. Do I burn? And burn and burn, reduce her down to ashes and (if I have to) light the torch to My lungs, My bones, My skin, My blood and My sanity, Burn and burn and burn until nothing is left of Me just to cremate her? ( as I yell with shortness of breath,") "sic semper tyrannis! or do i fall and let her take all?
To Jess The heat, the humidity, And the bright blankness of the sky. Handicapped by fear, not darkness. Shaken, yet their bodies vigilant. Bold crimson seared through the flesh Like fresh sin bled into it. A conspicuous scarlet letter. I was a public display, a warning to all. An audience of whispers whirled before me, But I did not waver like they did. Cross after cross, crisis after crisis, Crucifixion made hands sandpaper dry. My sentence was final. A full stop. I danced with deadly weight. I was **** itself. I had walked through fire. My skin marked unforgiving constellations. So what was that little light of yours, To a shell dead inside?
I've read it as
vis major. It was written in the Senate, And dealt with all detractors, And the Judes and Cristos, And the gods know whom else. He said it leaving Elba, Cas fortuit, was the figure head Cutting through the white water waves, Churning all miscreants beneath his rising currents. The columns rose from Ettersberg Hill In black reeks and was read in cries, Casus fortuitous. These are forces we will reckon with, And as the predecessors went, So will today's, Dragged like Faustus, Unrepentant and ****** For the cold blue smoke From the shark grey barrels.
It should not come as a surprise
Though the right posture A subordinate doesn't lack "Do in Rome as Romans do" s/he has to walk! It shouldn't come As a surprise Watching journalists Praise that shower On a tyrant government In power!
Become exalted among men.
That was his calling, down To the fibers that made up His consciousness. Become a paragon of virtue. Piety, prestige, power. The three undulating commands That invaded his dreams. Hubris seeping from every pore, He conquered his lands, Spreading warmth from which Came serendipity. Will he die and leave his subjects In a mask of pain? Or will his benevolence remain in the hearts of his loyal followers? Such was the opaque fog of his mind. Where he saw a perfect Sphere of light was an oblate cloud of darkness Out of which seeped words Of encouragement. Prestige, piety. Power. Benevolence. Destiny. Just one more body. Just one more royal cause. They don't mind dying for you. They will become martyrs; You will become their god. They call him a tyrant. No. That word will not be allowed In his country. But The darkness grows within him, Becoming him.
Power corrupts people; most tyrants do not begin their rule with the intention of evil.