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

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.

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

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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Untitled Unknown

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!

Hard Reign

Removed from our lands
That we worked with bare hands
Herded into your city
A place with no pity

Under the lash of need
You made us bleed
In the endless wars
Of your political whores
Driven by your greed
And your mindless screed

Petty tyrants all
The great and the small
The capitalist world
At critics it hurled
The meanest of lies
It called them spies

As our child cries
With tears in her eyes
Amidst constant sighs
We now take your size

For a judgment day
That's now on the way
To make you pay
For all those you did slay

And who are we
But a commodity to thee
A vast human sea
On us you just pee

But you’ll always agree
No humanity in us do you see
Your law and your prison
And the Anti- Christ who’s risen
Shall bring you no peace
If your injustice not cease

We are the many
You are the few
We are a Truth
That you never knew

A planet that’s dead
May it be on your head
It’s what you’ll get instead
Of the mountain of plunder
From the poor now down under

May Gabriel’s horn be for you nuclear thunder
That’ll cast you and your seed above and down under
As in the heavens and so on the Earth
Your end will be forever greeted with riotous mirth

Let judgment day be soon
Before all life doth swoon
And our whole Earth become
A lifeless moon

It's humanity’s high noon

Yes, with Gabriel’s hot horn
Your future's forlorn
And humanity’s hot scorn
For a social fabric rendered torn
This will testify against you the morrow morn

As you have done unto others
So it will now be done unto you
The very rich few
And the masses they slew

But the world never knew

Oh what a devilish crew
Who created this brew
It’s all we can do
To get rid of you

It was your season for treason
That gave us a reason
Not to be appeasin’
Just ourselves to be pleasin’

So all the day long
We sing out a song
All the long day
We ponder the way

Happy I must say
That we refused to obey

And all the long day
We sing out a song
Right and wrong are long gone
Up and down no more
No peace no war
Ever again on this shore

Out of the many the one
From a penny a ton
We the ones who've won
Our place in the sun
The battle is over
The class war we've won

A crown and the scepter
Is ours ever after


Charles Stephen Knause
November 22, 2015