"templars" poems
Amongst the weak.
The strong will rise.
Bringing our blades of justice.
Assassins,
All in disguise.
We rise together.
Along the line of the crowd.
Were at the corner of our fate.
Destiny will take us all.
Blades thrusted forward,
Arrows blacken the skies.
We charge into battle.
We fight for our lives.
For Freedom,
For honor.
JUSTICE.
But for whom?
I fear not what we face.
We will rise together.
Assassins for one.
AND all.
Together we fight,
Against the Templars.
We may be an Animus,
But our hearts are true.
Abstergo Destroyed a brother.
Or maybe hundreds.
Tonight,
They die by our swords.
Our blades of honor.
Will create a world of War.
Beware the Assassins,
We've Come to ****
You will die,
Drowning in the seven seas.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
A philosopher is one who
strives to think new & original
thoughts; I think you need to
rethink your views on
Christianity...or philosophers;
And I get to say this, because
I was raised Catholic; In church,
every single week, we open up
a book that has not changed
in about 2000 years; I was raised
in an Irish-Italian & Hispanic
neighborhood & lived across the
street from Our Lady of Good
Council, I got to see them all
suffer & most go straight to Hell;
I used to fantasize about being in
the Spanish Inquisition & going
on Crusades slaughtering Infidels
& joining the Knight's Templars;
****** killing & pillaging, then
retiring to a quiet life of Sainthood
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
The bare bulbed cell lights broke through
the bars along the top floor of the old city hall.
My dreams locked in a battle with my memories
all the while it was the Poppy who kept me strong.
They cut their blocks with water and magic
the way the Mayans and the Templars once did.
Your likeness set in bronze
sit's ageless in the concrete.
Sirens yell in another part of the city
as your worries are left struggling
long after you've moved on.
There's not enough damage here,
come back and see me once she's gone.
I did'nt leave the pistol for too long and
I did'nt lie to her when I told her it was'nt enough.
Kept my word and spent my riches.
God knows I would'nt have it any other way.
Spend my final days puffing on forgetfullness.
I found my salvation in an ***** den.
I promised her I'd come back one day.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
There is a symmetry to war, state
against state, brother against brother,
like Siamese twins joined
headlong, thrashing and flailing
with one impassioned heart
for the right to be.
And still the world turns, and still
the hearts of defeated men beat strong
with savage hopes for a lost generation,
and the hearts of victors, once blinded
by angst and ire, observe the failings
of their triumph, see through old lies
that urged them unto death or death,
and old traditions, caked in blood,
are refashioned and reborn like bell-
bottomed denim, and still the world turns.
How was it, in that desperate hour,
for a man born to cotton fields,
born unto the yoke, born beneath the whip,
born unto the mercy of his masters,
how was it to be borne up to see the white
cotton flag raised in supplication, to see
old masters wavering in ploughed furrows,
like cotton billowed by a Northern squall?
Was there, in that desperate hour, a scream
from the past, "Beware, the Templars!"
as old chains were cast off, and melted
to forge chains anew, and the masters
of old were replaced by new masters
of state, and old fashions like slavery
replaced with chains worn by gangs over
bell-bottomed denim?
As long as men are masters of men,
Man will abuse his fellow man;
Profiteers will sup the fruits
of free labor, honest business
will decline, and prisons burgeon
as the poor become poorer, and
the poorest are inducted into
the perfect symmetry of an
imperfect finite state machine,
until the next uprising.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
In this Order of Eastern Templars, I cannot help but feel that my guardian angel has departed.
Yet, I can feel the summoning power of her fluttering wings as they soar upon the celestial thermals of my inferior and frontal-lobular cognitive pathways.
There truly is a difference between magic and magick.
Having heard the echoes of menacing footsteps as they confidently follow the antiquarian hallways of Celtic castles, it is important that we cast our circles amidst this tantric ritual of ****** prowess.
Accessing the alternate universe is not dissimilar to a philosophical and mathematical manifestation of ambivalence.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
too circumspect to genuflect
a snide rebuttal of rituals
the dope on the rope says the mob has no hope
yet he feeds on the blood of heathens
stomped to death beneath the cross
convert and confess
the templars and the saracens
and all the ****** rest...
pass the plate, write it off your taxes
don't sweat the big things
the confessional swings axes
forget your past, you are made anew
in the box with Big-daddy
the room with the puny view
oh blessed forgiveness
for a select few
*And call no man your father upon the earth,
for one is your Father, which is in heaven.
the catechism didn't catch that one
convenient truths abba
take the queers, gypsies, the disfigured and jews
for strewth! it'll help us win WW2
fewer mouths to feed, and oh so unclean
those unconverted pagans
to the concentrated ovens unseen
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
kupujesz kebab'ah, przyjmuszej arab'ah.
do people realise it's
bound to be beyond
jesus?
i listen to the cantos
of the templars
and hear the adhan;
it's just problematic
when you revise
these verses into a coherent
movement that can
be monetised / militarised...
*in the grotto of nationhood; thus was said
to provide a signature, footprint or
the trouser's zipper; as the least demanding
reply... thus said by a man with no
crusader past... what is this anyway?
i'm going to call on the templar cantos
to be aired on classic.fm, but i know they
won't, they'd sooner air orff...
and that's the sad bit...
the violent bit comes later,
when you prescribe people medicine,
with them thinking it's poison.*
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
That iridescent image I had known for years
seen it in various guises and learnt its form by heart
know its poetry from the classics under Grecian lights
and when it appeared this time I delve to find its mind
But it was for Papa that the birth of reason grew
in a missive unspoken and a call enveloped later unfurled
a whisper rose that urged, look after for me, I will soon be gone
a king had spoken perchance to a chosen knight now obliged to obey
the ode of times and fleeting sighing sights of the light-footed
in rays of play the child of our times skips boundarys and forts
maidens sing stories and the gallant forays in skirmishes abound
a ringing promise hangs as a willow in wisp claims legacy unknown
tempest swirls and sound in fury rules in chagrin and ardour
a gamekeeper sees a ***** traipsing the trails of Tigers and lions
the tipsy gypsy hears neither the troubadour nor the rites of Templars
a mind envisaged was the shrunken bulb of shrubs and alien foliage
Be it not a dirge or condemnations of seducing Westering gales
banquets laid for differing tastes and jesters jest for mirth and frolics
a wizened once reached out in wordless touch, a promise sailed forth
In deep blue sea a mindful dolphin far from home turns and swims away......
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
i went from being 77kg
to being 115kg,
add that to your Newtonian
concept of gravity via
jenny dinski;
comrade Kane rather
than citizen, and we just about
buried Stalin next to the
new age mummy of Lenin;
so hoorah ******* Ra: an iron eagle
to boot, pecking the hairs of
Jesus' rubric of the monkish crowns
of abbreviated hairlines, receding,
or if not receding then encapsulating
a chanced oasis; still the monks though;
and given the Templars... trouble,
either militant Islam revisionism
or Baphomet idolatry to counter
homosexuality.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
(We could break the last straw.
Running through these trap doors.
Baby this the last call.
Going gone, blast off.
We goin hit the roof top, moon walk ...Baby we are N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A)
Don't need no G5 denied.
I might free dive the sky.
Live like I retired tonight.
I got these tigers in my eyes.
I wanna re-re-revive you
re-re-revive you.
re-ig-nite the fuel.
We live our life for two.
We got the nicest moves.
There's no time to lose.
I got my eyes on you.
That's my kind of groove.
(..We could break the last straw.
Running through these trap doors.
Baby this the last call.
Going gone, blast off.
We goin hit the roof top, moon walk ...Baby we are N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A
Check my momentum.
We're glowing through the spectrum.
They want the nectar.
Do it until they necks hurt.
All over the map we in a whole different vector.
This the knight life apple of my eye.
Yaa we do it like the templars.
I'm always gone
So I never know wen digo
wen digo
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(..We could break the last straw.
Running through these trap doors.
Baby this the last call.
Going gone, blast off.
We goin hit the roof top, moon walk ...Baby we are N.A.S.A)
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC
The templars took the cross
and made it a religion rose
a psychological overseen dome
of acquiesce and admiration
What if there weren't any slaves?
only mercenaries who craved
for power and a subservience rave
across the vast seas and distances
We trace the Omlec race in Americans
way before Colombus leaped his strides
as they left scented archeological remnants
of basalt and granite sculptured rights
The templars took the cross
and created glorified corded bonds
aesthetically covered with an overseer
of utter deceit and embellished conmanship
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
Please see
attached for
Irrational decisions
mental shortcut, heuristic lens on
judgmental behaviors, slander
malice towards partners of Eve
Deceitful love, politics amongst words
cultural hive, the buzz intrigues
the standout gets called up
salem's gospel goes on
eloquent potholes
new generational lost souls
goodluck charlie
goodluck growing up
street with templars
liberty substitutes for crosses
museums enemies
divisive liturgy unboxes
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
Red Mountain
Black Mysteries
Bold Beginnings
Harp String
Of The Unknown
Monarchs Wingspan
Fluttering tTempation
Against Pleasures of
Beauties Infinite Horizon
Creations Reward
Templars Ecstasy
Magicians Starlight
Paint brush
Of the Word
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Iron shirted horsemen loose trotting lackies.
Snarling, snapping curs drive us into the sea.
The cold depths are our sanctuary.
Come dogs! Come!
Swim to us, our throats are bared.
Visions of the masters’ favor
lure them into deeper water.
Come dogs! Come!
Where we can stand, but, you cannot.
Strong hands will hold you beneath the waves.
Angry Templars stand upon the shore.
Plaintive whistling cannot bring back dead dogs.
The Believers are an ocean.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
i just can't take U.S.A. with its Jesus cults seriously,
i rather take on Cuba and the banana republics for
something to think about... sorry... europe did away with
jesus a long time ago, unearthing the Nag Hammadi library
doesn't mean a revival if it only produces the Templars'
idol (Baphomet); remember too unearthing
the Dead Sea scrolls and how Isaiah was
cut in half... you're either with one, or the other...
either the one crucified or the other dismembered
at the abdomen i.e. cut in half -
and indeed Muhammad is a peculiar sight,
book in hand, with Socrates and Jesus gobbing
their dues into what the paparazzi would
consider eyes' worth of capture / celebrity status
and carelessness in mind of want of literacy;
was it really about a library with only one book in it?
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
toadstool scrimshaw
high ankled inlaws
harlequin anthems
and awkward Templars
acid battalions
of basic
disbelief.
on a sea of inconstant
allure.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
the templars can sing all they want... we're dealing with really sick people with the insurrection of the nag hammadi library!
kaptur...
of a monk's hood...
kapć -
slipper -
noun-verb translation,
for some reason,
other than what the orthodox
people state it being...
but how would you
ascribe the trill to R using the existing
diacritical marks?
and example...
a monk's hood:
kaptur v. káptür:
both instances exist and are equally
justifiable - let's suppose there is
a need to add a diacritical mark on
one of the consonants,
k? no... due to c and q...
p? papa pa... no...
t? † or st. andrew's X?
no... r... R though... i can revise the vowels
to embody syllables... acute a to cut up
the word: ka- like a bad crow onomatopoeia...
-ptoor hence the umlaut doubling up
on the U parabola...
:: :: :: ::
but i want the trill R! i want the sign denoting
that it should be "rolled"... rattled...
the rattle snake symbol...
no, not the french vogue of
levitating it toward the hark... the phlegm consonant...
i don't want that... ȑ? i.e. " above the r?
it's a real word though...
the word: kap-tur.
a monk's hood...
and depending on how you engage
disecting a word according to the rule of syllables...
there's a higher power that also dissects words:
diacritical markings, that was invested in
by guidance of the thought: it will make it easier...
evidently it made it harder...
funny me, in the 21st century pointing
this out.
e.g. : + u = o
dot dot... join up the dots for a circle
and then say: : + u = oo.
ooh! steven fry playing
austin powers! yeah baby! yeah!
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
holy grail might have been
chalice, a woman's cup
challenge, for to save
her love
knight templars might have been
reporters with long zoom lenses
watching guinnie & lance
cavort about on a stone
none who were not there can touch
beauty, knowledge, fate,
legend leaves tracks for more to follow
let lovers follow us
it was my moment in the sun
my shining nothing conflicting
inside my head were the pure
chords of ethereal air
breathing in rhyme & circular riffs
as if entirely upon harps
& flutes
sun, it's never too late
moon, give it up
united we shall be
universe is bigger than this love
but galaxy?
may in fact collapse
entire, & strand us all
with empty hands
aching hearts
mouths who never said it
to you but then again
you
always
knew
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC