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Do you know me?

Do you think you’ve known me?

I see your gaze forever upon me

In the supermarket of bad ideas that I live in

I am the so called irresistible force (of cosmic destiny)

I fancy myself as well an immovable object lesson

To which you object all the more as I snore all the more for sure!

A lyin’ in winter

You will always be!

But I am the tyger tyger burning bright

In Blake’s forest of the knight;

Such a horrid sight

It would give Dante a fright!

You think you know

In what furnace burnt my brain?

Amidst the torment and the insane strain-

I am reborn upon this thorn like horn

The libido of a revolution that is the solution

For a world of pollution in need of absolution!

I can not rest content without some content

Of God’s great judgment day

Being under my sway today and to stay

So as to survive the hay-day of the fray to slay!

You know-did I say-

That indeed there is a way

To have it happen all in a day?

An Apocalypse of terror for those in error

In the stillness of the Knight within the night

That’s beyond wrong & right

 He’s indeed a sullen sight

For sorry souls given over to fright!

Cast a cold eye on life-

On death as Yeats would have preferred it-

Horsemen pass-by!

Ireland forever was my brother’s cry

Liberte, equalite, fraternate my sister’s sorry sigh!

I am the godsend of Lenin

An apostle of Mao’s;

In the language of class-war and the eternal whore

I speak of peace as being something one finds

On the battlefield of dead and dying bad ideas

And yet forevermore

As much as I have tried to forswore

You will see me nevermore!

Charles Stephen Knause

04/17/2016

Da-Sein

I'm an experiment 
In human decent
Full of intent
That was never meant
"To be or not to be"
Out of the Cosmic Sea-
"I came, I saw, I conquered"
All that was me
And thee and we.

A Frankenstein of evolution,
That for humanity will be-
Its Final Solution,
Or for its sins to be given
A complete absolution?

The kind of pain that I endure
To seek to explain it-
Would make you snore all the more;
But if my purpose is pure for sure
Even that you would politely ignore.

Of Heidegger's Being and Time
I seek to create something
As equally sublime-
Such is the real purpose
Of my bawdy rhyme;
Thus the exercise of it
Can be no crime.

Babylon's Great Whore
And the Bible god's bringer of war
Unlike me whom you adore and I forswore
All the more to ensure that all endure
Forevermore!