"shamar" poems
Along the threaded lag bolt path,
at scale, as existence twists toward
a peace past understanding, even
in the past when religions won
wars against heathen satanic
savages and book makers…
made slaves of all losers…
and heroes died young…
old Is-ai-ah a liar yoke broke bull.
Or does life
in the word realm extend dominion
across domains long reserved
for the learn-ed mankinds
worth decreed long lines
of ration reservations,
right to use rules,
golden ruled,
chuwd chiydah
riddle a little riddle
shamar briyth amar
by keeping our weform
whatsoever we agree, we
makes our stand, not under
by my own word, I so say, on
--gwanb'guns half done doit
be thinking once I heard tell
I know that riddle
in Ezekial,
from a POV ascribed
to professional amanuensis -
ritual hear and reply, last words
spoken -
in secret sacred all in once
told tales, crossroad wagers offered
never tell a soul you saw the towb ra'
without mentioning the wise serpent,
risen
in curious music
from nowhere,
wha…
a class of tongueless eunuchs
some have suggested. Created
to oath bound accuracy, verbum
verily holding the rude pen in spirit
17:21… after the riddled parable
And all his fugitives
with all his bands shall fall
by the sword, and they
that remain shall be scattered
toward all winds:
and ye shall know
{Dusty trails, forever}
that I the LORD have spoken
[it].
A long, long time ago…
Suffice
to know the Torah, preserves
the form
of temporal wrath defense rituals,
Jolly good luck charming mitzvahs,
the recipes, the dance, none chance
old as the stories told during Job's days,
centuries before Moses, if Moses ever was,
as the witnesses
of all first drafts… done left us
riddles and esoterica, mostly
to keep us safe
from preachers.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 7:51 PM UTC
Shamar is her name,
lies alone in bed at night,
with a paining leg.
I sweet talk her to sleep,
addicted to Shamar like a drug,
but she is a drug no man can afford.
There is me, cold enough to be left alone.
Shamar is her name,
An angel beneath cold sheets,
She is the south. I am the north.
We explode and laugh it off,
Shamar is her name.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC