Surrender all of your thinking
and I'll take it all away

Surrender all your feeling
and I'll keep the pain
at bay

Sink deep into my reality
and I'll open up
my arms

Sink, deep into my divinity
and I'll keep you safe
from any harm

For such are my frivolous
charms

Think not of tomorrow
while I feed
from your today

Think not of time gone by
and your pleasures
I promise to convey

Just never mind
the rupturing
and the fracturing
of a world
restructuring

And focus instead
on what I'm offering

of bread and circuses

an alternative view...

until there's nothing
anyone can do.

(a commentary on modern media)


X
2015

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Like candy upon the trail
Satan sets the trap

and all you need do
is ask

for God's help
is always given

The trap sprung
the question asked

What sort of person
are you?

Satan sets the bait
God sits in wait

And all you need do
is choose

Win or lose.




X

05/23/2024

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I am the daughter of Helios
I too rise
I too shine out
across the distant skies
filling them all
with glorious
sighs

Riding my chariot
across every line
in time
challenging darkness
as if it were
sublime

I am the wind and the willow
the feather
and the brook
I am the whispering
and the screaming
just like any unopened
book

I am the daughter of Sol
come to relieve the fall
crowned in gold
clenching fistfuls
of stories
about to unfold

another warrior come
to battle the dark
to embolden the lark
shinning rays
of justice
just like Augustus
We finally come
to see it done

For I am the beat
and the drum
the crowd
and the thrum

the chance
to finally see it won

I am the restitution,
the absolution,
the fiery resolution
of heavenly
evolution

I am everything done
in the light
merrily destroying
what evil men
have hidden
from sight

I am the coming of
the morrow
the easing
of institutionalized
sorrow

I am the dawn
spread out
quite merrily
upon your lawn



X
05/23/2024

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An Angel's wings are earned, feather by feather
at an unfathomable cost.

Because it's only after everything's been lost
that an angle can finally see
whom it is they came here to be.

For only a ship that's been tossed and then lost
upon an indifferent sea
can carry the cargo no hunger nor disaster
could ever exhaust.

That luggage of love, that holy missive
from above
that cardinal language that fits everything
and everyone
like a glove.

That ever warming whisper
we all dream of.

No... an Angel's wings come at a cost.

Because without them
all our hopes
would be lost.


X
10/28/2021

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Her 12-year-old eyes see...
a world where her kind are all considered less-than
which is just the same
as it was for her mother
and her grandmother
and all of the mothers
she could possibly name

Her 12-year-old eyes see...

A woman like me

telling the world

just what

she can

be.


X

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I am the ghost and the darkness, and the light.

I am the thing that goes bump in the night
wherever wicked men do delight in a birth rite
born only out of spite

that millennia-long backbite.

Oh... you poor thing,
don't look so damn contrite.

This ain't out of spite.

For it's the Dark Fae's plight to fight
with wild delight

the contracted eyesight of you heinous
lime-light knights

whom all lack backbone and any kind of
hindsight.

Oh, but don't you worry... or scurry

cuz this mama... she ain't in no hurry

for it takes time to incite
a prizefight
befitting a rewrite
of your entire

life.


X
10/27/2021

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What the Carolingians knew
Mr. Ledger
knew too

Whispered deep
where ancestors
dare sleep
words
woven like threads
of time
an indelible
rhyme

past down
to We
the few
the goddamn
gurus

We, watchers on the wall
We, eaters
of the enthralled
storytellers
fixed and ready to
brawl
bold
with stories
told

We, dancers
of this final ball
this most spectacular
fall

We, the immortal
twelve
nine
seven

We, who have come
from heaven
ringing the bell
one last
Time

We, the enzyme

slaying dragons
with our
silly little
rhyme

We, the natural
spore
ever casting
our whimsy
far from shore
always leaving you
yearning
for more

aching
to explore
evermore
the hinterlands
craving to make your mark
upon these...
uncharted lands

You, the brave
the bold
the rebel
with glory
yet to be told

We sin eaters see
We sin eaters know

Only through us
will the future
unfold


X
05/11/2024

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Sideline heroes are exactly what they seem.

They sit on the sidelines while blood, sweat, and tears are shed upon the field.  Always using others as their shield.

And only when victory is certain do they leap from behind that mithral curtain.

With just a few feet left they spring into action.  Stealing other people's traction.

Sideline heroes are the folly of yesteryear.

For we, now, here - could no longer fall for anything so very insincere.

For these days are ear-marked for the valiant sustainers, the maintainers, the ones who never once lost sight, or gave up the fight.

Glory is now reserved only for those with skin in the game, those who didn't waste every moment worrying about fame.

Sideline heroes take, and take, then give back ten percent back, never realizing the substance they quite obviously lack.

Sucking hardworking people of their crow-begotten sense, with every lie they so easily dispense.

For they do not know how to play, they only know how to prey.

Let's hope one day soon they all learn how to pray.


X
05/07/2024

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The witnesses have arrived
the end has begun
and the villains

why, the villains
they are all on zee run.

The chambers have begun
vacuum sealed
just for fun.

Look, Ma, at the results
of their lies
spun
tails, as wicked as any
come.

Double entendre
intended.

Please, please
do not get offended.
Or become upended
once again.

After all, this
is what you wanted
flaunted
taunted

like a ghost
as you haunted...

the wrong woman
it seems
while you sucked
the glory
from every John Doe
and Cory.

Whatever it took
to get that quarry.

Never bothering
to feel sorry.

But, oh, how you've changed
your story.

Teller of such rotten tales
how merrily you regale
yourself
at every turn
and every thrust
despite the never ending mistrust

little liar
pants on fire
merrily eating tails
despite the wails

ignorant to the point of folly
lil miss lolly

plump little dolly
who marred his favorite toy

In a desperate flee?
In a desperate plea?
Or in a rage
you never quite learned
how to cage?

Mr. Gaslighter

My, how you groom

every room

despite the onrushing fall
and all these witnesses
who have come
one and all
to brawl.


X
05/07/2024

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