Tuesday, August 8, 2017

E = MC²

E = MC²
Is this is a civilization on a death march
To nowhere or to its own demise
While it covers its eyes
With endless lies
Shilly-shallowing sighs
Amidst the moaning and groaning
Of luxuriant over-muscled thighs
Penetrated by a penis bred for size
The soul of humanity cries
As a flood-water of tears subsides
And abides the great social divides
A future driven past that can outlast
The delusive mental outcast
Of rhyme and time
To claim the immortal
As its porthole
The sages of the ages
Are its wages
As time itself rages
Through its evolutionary stages
On a plain we call life
That’s rife with strife
No sex without a wife
A catfight in Hell
For Tinkerbell
The sight, the sound, the smell
Make the peckerwood swell
Enough to tell and re-tell
Put up for sale and resale
Life on the edge at retail
While on the Costa del Sol yachts sail
As the plebeians wail and tell their tale
No end in sight
To the fright
Of this end-time sight
Due to some slight
Anomalies of the wee
Who can’t pee but want to see
In we and thee
All that they can be or not be
In the midst of this great sounding sea
Where there is no Anabelle Lee
For me, we, or thee
So I take my leave
I say adieu
To those I knew
So very few who
On the wing of life flew
Over the coocoo’s nest
You know the rest
For living zest to be the best
Passing the test at being a pest
To the rich and few
Blamed for creating this stew
The wandering Jew too
Gets thrown into the brew
A witches sabbath
A caldron or two
Big enough for me and you
As greenhouse gasses
Boil our asses
Angry old men
Beautiful lasses
Just part of the tired, hungry, wretched masses
Without boarding  passes
For Mars One when the Earth is done
Starship Wall Street to the beyond
A new world for money
Filled with milk and honey
A rocket ride into the future
Or so it is sold
By entrepreneurs so bold
For cash quite cold and old
Money is the best
For such a cosmic quest
That will not rest
As long as there is a zest
Not for giving and forgiving
But just plain old living
A paradise for fools
And culpable tools
A frozen planet for their grave
It’s humanity they should save
So that history can rave
And a highway for their genomes to pave
Like a cosmic wave and disco rave
Energy and matter
The Universe to splatter
Black and white
Left and right
Ignorance and sight
Up and down
Penny and pound
Sterling and whirling
Dervishes all
Who have heard the call
To prayer for all who stood tall
To the back of beyond and the lost horizon
That’s always a rising and the holy comprising
Theorizing and resizing
Maybe even compromising
The world as thought
The Word a thought
(In the mind of God,
Winkin, blinkin, and nod)
As we’ve been sort of taught
With our will held taught    
The wise have sought
A truth never to be bought
Only in pure anguish to be wrought
In that forest of the night
There be indeed main and might
A weak slender reed called insight
A sword in the stone
Is mine to own
Happy to call it my only home
From Rome did I roam
Silk from a loam
Tome to a poem
The Word a turd
That had to be heard
By human cattle
Now Wall Street’s chattel
No more to fight or ever give battle
Just waiting for their own death rattle
The woman in the saddle
Who herds the cattle
Can preach and prattle
From her tower of Babel
Babylon the Great
Kingdom of hate
Those without a mate
Are in a sorry assed state
The bald shinny pate
Seeks the cattle to rate
Slaughter their fate
At no set date
We are time
And make it rhyme
With words like slime
In order to climb
An Everest of sorts
A reality that comports
With no other reports
The Cosmos it supports
Wriggles and contorts
Consciousness is being
Without anyone ever seeing
The brain, the mind
One of each kind
Inner, outer, even behind
Consciousness is thought
So it has been taught
Never to be bought
But painfully sought
Held taught
For eternity wrought
The lame and the haught
Whose sins are naught
What we had always thought
Crimes against the species
Very, very specious
The lame, the haught, the blind
Folks of my own kind
The rejects of history
Woven into the new mystery
Relics with a cause
That made the Earth pause
Religion their invention
To destroy sacred convention
Their world as will to power
Is maybe even more dour
And every bit as sour
In regard to some final hour of power
That will make the race cower
As they take a cold shower
High up in their tower
Babel-just a fable
A world to win
From the fable they spin
Better to bark like Rin-Tin-Tin
Than to commit this sin
A pig in a poke
A life that a joke

Or maybe take a toke or two
With the few
Who made this brew
And infernal stew
For me and you
Don’t blame the few
How about me and you
Reason is treason
In this perilous season
Better to be sneezing
Good blow
Ho, ho, hoe
Time will blow
As a jolly good hoe
Riding a seven headed beast
Heads into the East
At the sound of her thunder
Humanity rent asunder
Pereus takes up his shield to sunder
The Gorgon’s head a world wide wonder
In an Elysian field
The Oracle of Delphi
Did not reply
Just sigh
Her long, final, sad good-bye
In the sweet bye & bye
She or I
Could never lie
In a pig’s sty
Without a cup of barley-rye
Orpheus to adore
And the Sacred Whore
Who’ve gone through that time door
That we need to restore
To its place in heaven
By eating the bread without leaven
The holy number seven
In dice will suffice
A wedding with rice
Would also be nice
A few church mice
Some cider and spice
The Earth tilts off its axis
Without such a praxis
Time the illusion
Creates much confusion
Over the existential need
To sow our seed
And write such screed
So please take heed
As I do plead
This newborn creed
Comes from smoking weed
As woman asserts her power
Some dudes get quite dower
They want to cower
Under Babel’s tower
Praying and baying
Without ever saying
What’s up their ass
Besides methane gas
This too shall pass
Easy to blame
On him the shame
An excuse quite lame
From a sheeple too tame
The Tower of Babel
Now Trump Tower
America reduced to a mere rump state
Based on Red-neck hate
At this late date
Cannot rate a new blank slate
Or wrangle from destiny
A different sad fate
It’s just too late
For us to wait
We’ll take the bait
And our anger thus sate
John Brown the clown
As he rode into town
With a great big frown
That went all around
The world in a tizzy
Made the slavers dizzy
He died like a man
Who had eaten some ham
Hit his bottom and wham-
Schizzam
Let the freedom belles ring
Ding-a-dong-ding
Let humanity swing
And at last really sing
Its cool to rule
But only a fool
Would drool for such power
For more than an hour
Then it gets sour
The price to be paid
For not getting laid
Enough said
Let the energy of the atom
Be over-matched with the energy of the orgone
Love as the savior
We should be happy to savoir
Let this be the flavor
Of this great godly favor
Let nature’s way
Humanity sway
Eros over tanthos
Orpheus released from his underworld
Or
Is this a civilization
On a death march
To nowhere
Or to its own sad demise
Never ever to rise
From a mountain of lies
Lamentations, sad cries, regrettable sighs
From beautiful thighs
The love of war is the filth of the whore
A religion of hate that is out of date
Capitalism run amok
Makes everything suck
What the whole wide world needs is
A really good fuck
Let nature’s way
Finally hold sway
Forever and a day
Ever to stay











Friday, April 21, 2017

Mary

Mary
Whenever I look into my own dark eyes
I see another and that other
Is my dearest loving mother
From whose passing I seek to recover
Only to discover
That she is no longer an other
We are now one another
Son and mother
Like isis and osirus
She is always near us
And can even hear us
As I beseach
In this speech
To always be within reach

Jesus and mary
Life on the prarie
So what care we
If we have to tarry
Here on earth
Where there is no mirth
From death to birth
As the ancients believed
But they were maybe as self-deceived
As we are happy to be relieved
To have been joyfully conceived
And by mary’s love fully reprieved
From a life without meaning
And just plain old seeming
To be alive and beaming
In a troubled world that’s teaming and steaming
With pain and sorrow
As its legacy for tomorrow

Named after mare
Sea mother of all life
In her there is no ill strife
Just endless life after life

A mother a wife and a sister too
But for me she was my friend
To the very end
A godsend
Meant to transcend
And mend

“mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that mary went
The lamb was sure to go.”

I in thee and thee in me
No longer ego but just we
As he in she
And she in me
So I can see
And ultimately be

A force of nature
Or an act of god
The goddess in us all
Not the devouring maw
She goes by many names
From time immemorial
And that which is eternal
In the ever present now
Isis, Astarte, venus, mare
Mary the mother of god
Mary the mother of all

Now she rests with the ages
In the arms of the sages
As strife here still rages
Eternity turns the pages
But forever mary’s love
Drifts down from above
Constant and eternal
The truth in a kernel
A force devine
One out of the many
Now the many from the one

Happy am I to be her son

04-21-2017

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Pale Face

The angry white dude
Without a shred of rectitude
Is something I allude 
But would prefer to totally exclude.

He is the ultimate in just plain rude
Mean and ugly and very crude
He is as well downright lude.

If there be even a hint of similitude 
With what this verse has just now hewed
I'd say my life was a bit too skewed
And I ought to maybe be barbecued
Then left in quite solitude
Or better yet just plain screwed
Forsaken for soothed 
Shaven and smoothed
It's time for me to take a snooze
Forget the news
About being abused
With you I'm fused
And no longer confused.

But it's the angry white male
Whose act has gone stale
A life up for sale
A man no longer hale
So let him whine and wail
With his face so pale
He needs to be ridden out of town on a rail.

If death be his due
Let him stink and stew
In the awful brew 
He made for me and you.
Poetic justice he'll rue
And threaten to sue
As I cast at him my worn out shoe
Let him boo-hoo
As we shout-pee-you!

May this be our coup
That he'll never undo
This too is a clue
About the millions he slew
As he acted on cue
In his moral debut
So let us review
How evil sticks to him like glue. 

As he rages through the ages
And laughs at the sages
His history a mystery until these final pages
If death be his wages
Then our pain this assuages.




Sunday, February 19, 2017

Trump's Dump

Donald Trump
Is taking a dump
And out of his rump
Comes the babe he just pumped
It made him slump
Over his clover-lined plover
There by the cliffs of Dover
Where he wants it to be all over

Oh silly boy
You’re just the toy
Of a real Rob Roy
Whose full of Joy
Or whatever her name
With whom he came
To this land untame
To him it’s all the same
Cause in the end its you who he’ll blame
And put on you a mountain of shame

Tiger, tiger
Burning bright
In the Black Forrest
Stands the wholly white night
He is an ugly sight
Because he lives off fright
Not the people’s might
Decency or right
What immortal hand and eye
Will cast you both
Into the bye and bye
You are so sly
Still you have to die
So four and twenty blackbirds
Can bake you into a pie
Then fly to the sky
And get mighty high

Every dog will have its day
Every man can have his hour of power
The sweet and the sour
Every man can have his say
A mind to build
And a world to sway
In the end it’s they
Who will stay
And you who will lay
Forever and a day
Completely out of the way
On life not death
You cast your cold eye
Now by you the horseman
Just merely ride by

The four and twenty blackbirds
Who baked you into their pie
To wish you a good-bye
Bart was bright
But had no sight
Or inner light
What seemed to him right
Was something that goes
Bump in the night
A devil’s brew
Made just for you

Saturday, January 7, 2017

No Poems Today
‘Cause my brain’s away
The world as will to power
Makes me want to cower
Then take a long cold shower

If life seems dour
Without the flower
Of youth uncouth
Forsaken forsooth

Then old age is my refuge
As much as life’s refuse

Strong and sublime
The Tree of Life do I climb
As I turn out this rhyme
Amidst such soil and slime

I’m one of a kind
A typical kine
To no god do I bind
This sorry old rind
That which is immortal
Is life seen through my porthole

All is holy
All is Sacred
Each and every moment
Each and everything

For this do I sing
Ring-a-ding-ding
This is the song
That I play on my dong
As I smoke a bong
Ring-a-ding-dong
All the day long

If death be near
Then life seems queer
Without a beer
To help one steer

Forever and a day
Searching for a new way
Not to leave but to stay
A world not fit to win
But only to slay

Does this make me gay
Or just willing to pay
The piper her due
Amidst this big PU

What was it I slew
To get into this stew
Such a mighty brew
Ha-ha I fooled y’all
So don’t bother to call
When the shit hits the wall
It’ll be on us all
The short and the tall
On death life’s paw
As I look for my squaw
In this hollowed hall

There was a time
For all that was sublime
An Everest to climb
And bells to chime

The youth of humanity
Was without inanity
A place for sanity
As well as the Manatee

Thus Spake Zarathustra
With all his whit and whim
Perhaps he’d rather
Just take a swim
In the stream of consciousness
His history is a mystery
The philosophers stone
And the musician’s tone
A necromancer’s bone
Served with tea and a scone
Thus spake Zoroaster
About life ever after
Of Ahura Mazda
And the temples of Llassa 

This is the reason
For the end-time season
Not just and old geezer wheezing
After a lifetime of sleazing

Let death have its due
For all that it slew
And the eternal stew
Over such an insouciant brew
For the whole damned crew
That includes me and you

Osiris is near us
And can even hear us
This mother and son
Weigh a hell of a ton
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
In spite of it all 
And its overwrought pall
We still have fun
As I play with your bun
Is that OK hun

A poem’s a tome
And a way to roam
While still at home
Under St. Peter’s dome
Where I only came my hair to comb
In a catacomb

Far and wide
Do I stride
The hurricane I ride
Only to slide
To the end-time side
Not out of pride
Butt to save my Hyde

If Jesus saves
The Buddha pays
For many ways
And countless days
No longer
In a haze

So it was in ancient days
When in a daze
To do what the seer says
And to see the voice
That saves us from choice
From without and within 
The sacred din
That sets us free from sin
And all kith & kin
With ears of tin

Rin-Tin-Tin
Is my only kith & kin
The rest I’ve tossed
Into History’s garbage bin
An ode to all that might have been

So without much sense or meaning
I’ll try not to be too overweening
Or left leaning
While still gleaning
 The spotless cleaning
Given to sentimentality and cruelty
That evil twin dualty
The essence of religion
For each and every pigeon

But a psychological wonder
From the Land Down Under
May cause capitalism (and religion) to split asunder
With all the usual lightening & thunder

This post-modern Prometheus
May put the ruling classes beneath us
As it lies amidst it’s cries
Until flies walk on their eyes
Julian’s taken its size
And won the grand prize

The Secret Team screamed
Because Julian creamed
His ass they rheemed
Cause of what it seemed
 Soon they’ll have flies on their eyes
Cause Julian ‘s taken their size
At last the world sighs
And finally cries
Tears of joy
Thanks to this blond haired boy
And his computer toy




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