Mr. 666

The Devil's turd
Who attacked the Word
His life absurd
Part of a herd!

He called himself The Beast
And was least
In humanity
An inanity
Lacking even sanity
He was an utter profanity!

Sex-Magic his thing
Ring-a-ding-ding
Put his ass in a sling
But he would sing
And be rich as Bing
Living his life on the wing
Like an emperor of the Ming!

His bowels did lag
Cause he loved to shoot scag
Left his friends rag-tag
And his wife and old hag.

He thought he was a poet
But his life didn't show it!
A stinker through and through
Not a bit like me and you
His life a big PU
From which nothing did ensue
Except an infamous witches brew
That cooked him and his crew!
Thank the Devil they were so few
'Cause he offered nothing new
Other than getting into a big stew!
There was nothing else he could do!

You know his name.
He was quite tame.
Not a lion with mane,
Just more of the same!
He deserves full blame
For being a big zero
Like the Roman emperor Nero!
The complete anti-hero!

Mr. 666
Put himself in a fix
There on the River Styx
Cerberus' dick he licks!
Just for kicks
Hillbillies and hicks
Would be his picks!

Allester  Crowley
Makes ones skin all crawley
Called himself The Beast
On which we should feast?
The meat on his thigh
Might get you high!
In the sweet bye and bye
He lets out a sigh
From his moral pig-sty!
He just wants to cry
A million years of tears
Stoked with burning fears!
As the future nears
He disappears.
Lost to the ages
Overcummed by the sages
Who worked for their wages
Turning the bitter pages
Of humanity's story
In full glory
That was ever gory
Eons so hoary.

An Eternity of Days
Rife with our ways
And many past by-ways
That today are major highways.

Life on the mend
May it never end!
Heaven and Earth
Were meant for mirth
As much as for sorrow
From which we can borrow
A Will to survive
That will always revive
And help us thrive
In the human beehive
Civilization without a nation
But always on station.
The heavens
Our havens
The stars look on-
Winkin', blinkin', and nod
And that angry old sod
Who shot his load
Turned into a toad
And to the heavens rode.
May that be his final abode.

There by that same sounding star sea
May there be a home for me
And we and thee
And me in thee.

Forever free
A Holy See
There by that great sounding sea
My Annabelle Lee and me.


Charles Stephen Knause
01-03-2016 . 

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

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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