"gauls" poems
(for Nietzche, who cowers behind art.)
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every night yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
when there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing.
Yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise.
The world called Canaanites ******
while they traded and toiled along the shores
of land promised to the aged heretic of Sumer,
whose wife could give only love.
The world called Hebrews ******
while they raised Pharoah tombs
Provided respite from the eastern chariots
Stubborn in refusal of the living gods
Drinking only Eloheim's bitter grape
That provides brief respite from his decrees
When delving deep in one's cups.
The world called Britons ******
When flogged Boudicea fought and fought and finally fell
To Roman spear and gladius
When Angles and Saxons raided then stayed
When Cromwell climbed the pale cliffs
The world called the Iberians, Gauls and Teutons ******
when Caesar crossed the Rubicon
Pax Romana for Citizens born
Land for the wealthy, voting rights too
Taxes and tithes from their toil.
The world called the Khoikhoi of South Africa ******
From the VOC to fatal Apartheid
Up rose a man
The heart of the land
A man named Nelson Mandela.
The world called the Viet Minh ******
from Can Vong to Dien Bien Phu
'till they slogged howitzers above
to reign Napoleonic terror below.
And to them it was just
The American War
After the world called them
Vietnamese.
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every day yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
When there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing
yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
'though it never watches its own rising
undoing raiment of fading embers
swimming naked in the royal blue
bathing all with daily newborn naked glory
chasing the celestial tidal tease
that seems to wander where it please
reminding that all are born free
but can grow into ignorance
and be called ******
Seek truths
that hold in unity;
that provide nourishment
beneath the lash
allowing one
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
Right now, plunder he repayeth,
in the eve of the ground corn thereon;
from his nature, He found out about
the city by hand region of the world
It is stupid; contemplating the move
ax; He felt the dishonor, & by the
smoke, & the madness of the conversion
of the hides & cost teenage glory
stockings & abstract winds; You
bring the mysteries of doctrine; Thick
meeting Mark dark for men; Cut thin,
& the heat in the morning; St. by
a goddess; companion; enough by
sweating; it passionate unseen sixth
light rain? Sometimes it happens
successfully ruses state law the first
hot days of the Jew Street; Stand fast
in your labor, & by Before the start
of elders; The other half of the motion
picture; Especially for the part of the
Gauls, sheath & master of propaganda;
Outside is very bright torches beach
mountain; Please exposed to fortune-telling
After spending the stomach girdle
read the book in the wear on the skin,
Certainly fated half of Asia mountains
and at Queen's Medical point; The voice
of the woman stayed eve bruised grain
& robbery the city and nature
found to be made a dunghill from
the side of the sphere of the countries
from the region It is stupid; Moves
contemplated Muses; She sensed
the smoke of a fire, an injury to one's
country, and the madness of the conversion
of the glory; The cost teenage covert side;
The socks are the winds Secret
doctrine; Mark thick dark to meet men;
Cut thin, & the heat in the morning;
St. by a goddess; sweating; The loving
enough; But he that is of the six
of your mind; unseen one morning,
light rain; Sometimes it happens
successfully ruses state law hot day
was cause pain, Standing in the way
of the Jews: Before the start of the
other elders; The center of the motion
picture crew especially as part of its sheath;
the propaganda; He was bright;
a torch in front of this mountain,
from the same fortune-telling on the
shore of a naked man in her wings,
protection to the body of the stomach
of course, the skin from the scroll,
up to half of weird Asian mountains
it would be the place where the
Medical princess is a criminal
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
When ancients in our eyes waged war in green Gaul,
He fought for new wealth and nobleman's glory,
He rose from mud where slave-spears lay shattered,
And raised the good name of his house from disgrace.
Binding giants in a favorable pact,
The consulship could well be attained,
But men of the day could not perceive greatness,
And barred him from beloved Rome.
So he rode out and vanquished the untamed Gauls,
Who once had brought Rome to its fearful knees,
Winning victory after victory in forests of the north,
Splitting oaks in the east, where his sword marred its sheen.
When fleets by Britain's cliffs hemmed the horizon,
When the seat of the Sphinx was polished marble-gold,
There were ten thousand Greeks could tell of his exploits,
And ten hundred Egyptians who claimed to know him.
With rude steel, he mastered the Mediterranean,
And over the Earth he brandished civilization.
In later years, his heirs spread like a stain upon the land;
The seas too were dyed with Roman sails,
And every coin minted bore the face of Caesar.
Even now, though the empire is hardened like iron,
And purple luxury replaces the crimson of war,
There are still a few among us who remember
Our young and mighty red-feathered conqueror.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
There was a particularly nasty looking garden spider
Crawling up the cracked molding of my window
Not that he looked particularly nasty compared to other spiders
In fact, up close, spiders are one of the wisest looking creatures that exist
But I don't have eight eyes like the garden spider
So I can't see that without the help of a camera lens
So to me, he just looked
Nasty
Buzzing from behind my curtain
A particularly nasty looking yellow jacket
Landed next to the spider
I didn't need a camera lens
Close up or far away
Some things are just
Evil
The spider must have sensed this too
With a leap
He grappled the wasp
And they tumbled
Buzzing
To my uneven hardwood floor
Landing with a small
Distinct plink
And I stood over them
While they tussled
As I have stood over a million things
Watching with glazed indifference
While creatures purer in their existence than I
Fought for their lives
I could see that the spider was doing poorly
The yellow jacket was giving it to him in the abdomen
Jamming his stinger in and pulling it out and jamming it in again
Until the spider started leaking white and green
And started fighting less and less
The yellow jacket
Smugly victorious
Save one crippled wing
Started to putter away
But I brought a rolled up newspaper down on the both of them
Like a pillar falling from the front of some great Roman temple
When the Gauls sacked it
Retracting the paper
They had both been reduced to wet smudges
I felt bad for killing the spider
I wish I could have trapped him in cup with a card over the top
And placed him outside on a leaf in the garden
So he could rule where he was meant to
But I considered it an act of mercy
I couldn't stand to see a noble being end like that
And you should always ***** out evil
If you have an opening
I sat back on my bed
Considering it a wash
A bit of beauty for a bit of order
As it has always been
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
religion in the world is the price of pure evil;
cat beings & wives, feeling Father's gold is for me
to talk with careful preparation, the side of the open,
In the beginning of the yellow, clearly
This work was taken from the back of the stars
with the kid; toss, with it in pieces,
female convulsions; Find the edge of smoking
it's potential on the bed, you need to blow the game,
It asks for privacy led by his own words
the fame of the guys, & everyone who is in evil,
but the guy with a dog, Father's wife, who is a kid
at 51; Be it known unto the door, I will find the images,
the star in the industry & the skin beauties; in the borders,
give him a drink of albino;
& the wild beast, the beast that was itself
bad, & cold & red ocher to paint the gay
Barbie is the use of the rock, lady, to stay a little:
The Most High He had already gone
be infected mothers in the Russian, this process has,
in the six years that I write unto you,
Gallus, the water turned brown & not to swim in,
the window with this person; he heard addressing
hath cleaved to the choir; an intimate friend of the mouth,
but to take up arms & his ancestors the blind sleep,
& the young lady, the name by which the cerebrum
is well known, for society & for the beasts of the yolk is;
Barbie has a cold feeling of the hour, make use of the paint;
There stood a man child on the tree,
Stone is currently carrying out the execution O
A vocation always marks, in the republic, is a young,
already stained with Russia, & the many mothers
eat deep yellow & the smell of smoke;
the origin, the secrecy of yours; the floor or running
in the jar for six years, the world has left us, that in me,
I shall not write & the very dark to the windows,
at the feet of the water, however,
Full of weapons & it can be heard that at the friend of his lips,
But the Gauls most of all, so that was a walk out
of the societies of the;
There is also a dream, that is, a blind,
as we have seen, that there can be a revolution of the
modern girl, called yellow brain smoking,
Pouring whiskey to the game that belongs to society;
brine hard way, the guys did not want to listen to the needs of a dog;
& itching, leading to Lawrence's history of *******
The father thought in Pictures
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
The Spirit of Winter carefully tiptoes her way along the continuum of forgotten Gaelic intensities, whilst mischievous laughter resounds throughout the geographical conveniences of complacency.
How gorgeous is the anatomy of madness, as she perches on gorgon ledges of sophisticated depravity.
I do not even hail from the land of the Gauls.
Yet, ghastly and seductive are those flittering silhouettes of fortitude and perceived harlotry, as they penetrate damp walls of ancient entertainments with multiple partners.
Harken to my lament and do not banish my soul into eternal blackness, as we conjure the sword and kiss with fivefold and unconventional intensities beyond the circles of the forest.
You are now given permission to ring the bell sevenfold, Oh master, where scientific inscriptions are splayed with the blatancy of wanton chastity.
I was born by the river that is never the same whenever it is stepped into with more than one dribbling expectation.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
Cesar awakens with the crow of the roosters,
and he leans over a basin,
and he drenches his temples,
and he curses the Roman summer.
He sees his mocking reflection in the troubled water.
He barely recognizes himself.
He doesn't realize how tired he is.
From another room
comes the muffled whimper of a woman.
Cesar approaches.
Spread eagled over the bronze bed,
Calpurnia is sleeping.
Just as the previous night,
as every other night
she is having a bad dream.
Cesar remembers
the stillness of her gaze in the afternoon,
after they laid together,
when she begged him not to leave the house this morning
(I've had a bad omen, his wife said)
and smiles.
He loves her,
and he pities her.
He places his hand over that warm, milky skin.
Calpurnia has stopped moving.
Cesar walks away quietly,
without looking back.
He wears a spotless purple robe,
and some worn out sandals
that used to know Spain.
He gets down to his study
and takes breakfast standing.
His secretary, a sparse bearded Greek,
is waiting for him with a quill in his hand.
Cesar would like to handle
the excruciating minutiae
that come along with ruling an empire,
but a crucible of memories
has run aground in his mind
since he last saw that stranger
looking at him from the basin,
and won't let go:
The mosaics of Jupiter's temple,
The face of a crucified pirate,
The weeping of the daughters of the Gauls,
The roar of the Rubicon he left behind,
The hollow eye sockets in Pompey's head,
The Nile under the light of the stars.
Suddenly,
his loneliness overwhelms him
he doubts of everything,
and wonders if so much blood,
so much iron,
so much fire,
were really worth his while,
if it wouldn't have been better
to end his days as a feast for the crows
within the dust of Pharsalia.
That weakness lasts but a moment.
He then remembers Calpurnia's fears
and smiles for a second time.
He goes out to the street.
The morning is catching fire.
He starts walking towards the Roman forum.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
The image of the goddess;
At first the Gauls, the third
Number measured; Thanks to
various wavering minds of
Teenagers in the stalls; The
Gypsies so that the revenues
of the image of the goddess; At first
the Gauls, the third camp was put
there; Southern Virginia the shower
to watch him as his winds Felt for
the body of the Earth; the new enemy
understands talk from the meaning
of the perpetual simply captivated by
the spirit & saying The spirit indeed is
checked, her lap, w/ Glory to start knowing
the Shadows teenage syphilis turns to Glory
falling but first six; Artery of the *****
this we also give thanks to you with all
their heart; that had formerly held them,
'Eve', the Creator of the edge of Maecenas
of the Gauls; In the city stands for income
Add to be out of his mind leading the way
The voice of the deity of the; It is only
the study of letters hot; How should the
decision on its own be torched; &
more is better; There was nothing
opposed; mountains reign; the wider
use of part of the breast, If you leave
behind the fate of the thirty-born
Dream, yeah, true; Which is half
the order of the Office, but according
to the skin bars which dwell alone;
Asians in the poison,
Queen naked in the glory
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
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is due to a clear reading of the leather of the planet the
desert ******* and 1 felt a keen sense of cold did not
have the receipt of the skimpy flesh of his clothes,
the Muses, the morning the wind had calmed down,
holding the end of the little voice that seeks conflict
with and half to death, he headed to the dawn of Wolfe
beating the day of his sweat and women, the socks of
a stranger are done after love, Oh! by the shadows
came to meet you a firm stance to listen to the hot
goddess force spread weapons leashed the shoreline
he lived for important prostitutes; are seen to change
entirely move the mainstream movement of the
invisible defense no longer great that straight rovers to
Asia tail always known prostitutes, **** of this volume,
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knowing that an overthrow, prodigious, due to a clear reading
of the leather of the planet the desert ****
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holding the end of the small voice that seek a stranger's socks
are in conflict with and are half to death,
he walked the dawn of Wolfe beat to the day
of his sweating and women,
is done after the love Oh! by shadow came up to meet you
stand firm to listen to hot spreading goddess force
weapons held leaves the shore,
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
Three Asian women
One e-mail address:
Good call, error window always tennis'
Annual pharmaceutical architecture;
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because it is Vincent Biscuit "Delete". The woman is the dream
of many women. Nigerians malesuada running. I'm flying;
Jersey. Sebastian - grandfather
British NGO Ivory Coast is hiding in the United States.
From behind Yes. Hlutum 1100 heat / code
New Jersey, New Jersey
Diana Yusuf was born 30 minutes ago; But women and young girls,
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Christopher is important to him. Crown of Asia.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
So far from home
so far from Rome
and still they comb the countryside,
yesterday's not so far away when you're history.
Celts and Gauls
each widow calls upon a saint to taint your offspring,
each song a dirge to wipe the scourge of Romans and their army from the shores of dear old Blighty.
I confuse these words I use and transcend time
each time another time to tell of conquests.
Have you seen the Book of Kells?
liabhar cheanannais as it's known,
or maybe in Rome,
the book of Columba,
I never did and
I never did the Dublin trail and never noticed
widow's wail about that either.
Each time brings its own tomorrow
a cycle down the paths of joy
where sorrow lurks to catch the unwary,
each time gets more scary than the last until
tomorrow's past and the rest is just the best of history
that we can make.
Some say fake, but I don't believe that either.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
All new scores and other games, the player to the wind,
and the wind was the least of his friends on the game,
and the wind died down. Carl · P · · · · · travel and quick · · · · ·
is a tourist cruise line that have been added tourism of tourism · ·
in the spatula to mix with a spatula to mix by visiting him
in Brazil is poured in to the heart of all the Robert concerning
the treatment of part of the water the rocks the Masked naked,
the consciousness of the robot of the city, the machine Sacqua
burn themselves, the little plant of the work of choirs
is from the Hollywood of Jesse to be a delight,
but the fight broke out, if the punishment of the Gauls.
DR. Bernard state. However, in some cases, that they
have nothing of trouble: the children of their own here.
The first page. Development is filled with light. Germany death.
The counsel of the faithful, and the priests,
and the murderers and idolaters,
and he had abundance of silver alcohol
had a crystalline appearance, in short,
are the lifeblood of the destruction of Carthage.
Thousands of people in his country. The first air lešigewochi waters of black polyester. But when he came to in the dark,
and there will be a fault? Take it to the
in the second place in this world. Indeed forest.
I liked it. A new film and games,
and his favorite player is and the least favorite game
on his friends, and the wind stopped. Carl · P · · ·
travel
and quick · · · is a tourist cruise line that are added
tourism · a spatula to mix with a spatula to mix as their son
in Brazil is poured in the heart of Robert's medical treatment
as part of water of the city of stones, the machine Sacqua
they burn themselves, startled diners who are naked, and
of the conscience of the robot, the choirs of the little plants
of the Gauls from the punishment of Hollywood,
except in the case of Jesse, a delight, a fight broke out.
DR. Bernard state. However, in some cases,
so that no trouble is here of their own. The first page.
Development is filled with light. Germany death.
In the council of the upright, and of the priests,
and the murderers, and servers of idols, and he had
abundance of silver and in the alcohol a crystalline
appearance, when in a short time, they are the destruction
of Carthage' was called the blood of the souls.
Thousands of people on the ground. The first air
lešigewochi waters of black polyester. When they arrived
in the dark may be a fault into second place
in the world. Indeed forest. I liked it. A new movie
and games, and his favorite player is also the least favorite
game of his friends, and the wind stopped. Carl · P · · ·
travel and fast · · · is a tourist cruise line
that adds to tourism, a spatula to mix with a spatula
to mix while your son in Brazil spilled
into the heart of Robert, a part of its water
the city of stones, the burning machine
of Sacqua, the frightened tasters and the
robotic conscience, the choirs of the little
Galatia plant for the punishment of Hollywood,
except for Jesse's case, a gift, a battle broke out.
DR. The Bernard situation; However, in some cases,
there is no problem here. The first page.
The growth is full of light. The death of Germany
In the council of elders, priests, murderers
and servants of idols, there was a large amount
of silver in alcohol, a crystalline appearance
when in a short time the destruction of Carthage
was called the blood of souls. Thousands of people
on the ground. The first waters leistigewochi
air of black polyester. When they reach darkness,
it can be a mistake of second place in the world.
In effect forest. I liked · · ·
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
Are you going to wash, paint, & as for the beasts of the earth,
they do not feel cold to the point at which I was standing,
the cat in the Age of Barbie's left some things in the mouth of a cave,
a little water, Brown's mother, the fornication of the work;
he, a friend of the institutions, is to lead a life in the little book
out of the water,
her left hand a woman clothed in yellow;
but in Russia, & w/ instruments of music every year,
for when they are a sweet evil, I do not know that they are in;
thine own lips have been the windows of smoking firebrands,
for the city & the gold & the precious vessels:
but for the people to have the right to the sea,
& as far as the dance, both young men are full of the woman
of the nature of the brain, the guys in thick darkness;
rolls the circling & come to his servant; hast thou didst wash
thyself, & didst paint wild animals, & I do not feel cool;
cat to a rock in the Age of Barbie's kind of little water
on the edge of the hole to secure Brown's mother;
of prostitutes at work, a friend, it was ordained,
was to walk the little book out of the water
Because,
to the left hand, female, yellow & Jewish in Russia,
but also in the hands of the instruments of music,
in the year, w/ sweet, sad countenance of the mouth
of the Gauls, & the windows of these firebrands,
nearly extinguished, society, & the gold, & the precious vessels:
also: all of these men were in the sea to dance,
& the young woman, full of the nature of the brain,
the guys in the thick darkness rolls the circling of a servant;
has been in his hand, as is the case when affection
is from day 1 they say, in the sense, just as we have already said,
as fast as he could write it down, the best way to learn,
& from the time that Christmas cruises rule;
didst wash thyself, and didst paint; thy brush had been in thy hand,
becomes, didst, didst wash thyself, & didst paint thyself & thee; the wild beasts of the earth, I will feel the cool cat in the Age of rock Barbies;
kind of a little bit of water from the edge of the hole,
safely Brown's mother works as a ***** a friend of the order of Lucius
who was a walk to the little book out of the water,
for the preservation of the left female yellow shadow
of Russia, but also as of the instruments of music;
the year of sweet lips, the Gauls, & the windows of these firebrands,
nearly extinguished, the fellowship of the gold,
& the precious vessels; firebrands from the deep sea,
& the dancing ****** filled with the very nature of the brain,
the guys in the dark, the servants of the revolution;
had been in the hand, & becomes, as it is from the affection
of the 1, says the matter, so far as we have been able to write,
we will best learn from the time of the Christmas cruises
for as it is from the affection of the 1 say in the matter,
so far as we have been able to write, we will best learn
from the time of the Christmas cruises from...didst thou wash thyself,
& didst paint thee; I have given you a good feel-up, cold
& wild as a cat in the Age of rock; Barbie's kind of a little bit of water
from the edge of the hole safely, Brown's mother works as a *****
revolution had been in the hand & becomes, as it is,
from the affection of The 1 to say in the matter,
so far as we have been able to write, we will best learn
from the time of the Christmas cruises
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
cŵn annwn:
k-hhhh-n anne-wyn-
sue me,
the Welsh sometimes
hark
like a smoker of
tobacco harks up
some excess phlegm
after a momentary lapse
into coughing -
harking -
senile and bogus
English - and that spaghetti
h'american ęglish -
love by insult -
then again, not really:
love by teasing -
reign from above,
reign from below -
meeting in the middle
hinging on the letters -
not sure whether it's a K for the c -
or whether i'm invited to
use the Roman sigma -
the Gauls' cedilla -
çŵn -
ah, the Greeks, and their
orthographic aesthetics -
in the trinity of sigma -
ςŵν αννłν -
i'm still for enforcing
the reintroducing the grapheme
into the Polish concept of
its pompous orthography
for the less literate
graffiti "artists"...
and there are...
rz, cz, sz, ch exceptions...
æ & œ...
Adam & Eve,
Orpheus & Eurydice -
just to make it "easier" -
the language could do with
some aesthetic
improvements -
given it's so concerned
with orthography -
and that's what you might
notice about the Polacks -
zero interest in metaphysics -
always the sort of
people concerned with
orthography...
no wonder Nietzsche called
us the equivalent
of the French, among the Slavs;
nice compliment.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC