A Phrophecy To A Generation of the Blind

Here in the darkness as Jupiter lies upon the foot of Ophiuchus I stare into the abyss of that which will be shortly upon us as a warning to the current generation.  Assembled ten to speak which is feared to be spoken.  Oh misguided generation, you stand as misers, wrapped within your own lust and misguided in deeds and desires.  You, who are crossed believing in sympathy, understanding and in your own practicality and honor as the way to salvation.  A Judgement will be shortly upon you.

You have been reared in much prosperity and bliss resulting in your childish notions of a universal love and passion that cannot be as of yet.  You see through the eyes of rose colored glasses which has no place in this time.  For they present to you false hopes, images and deluded dreams.  Through them only disappointment and death awaits.

There you stand as the Fool, enthusiastic, optimistic with only pleasure and frivolity as your companion.  Imaging yourselves as one that is on a quest rushing headstrong into the fray to right wrongs of the past and plant the seeds of Utopia!   However,  this gallant achievement may not be realized without understanding, true pain and suffering.   Yes, you see yourselves as the brave and honorable knight; the hero or heroine with great skill and might.  But you impetuously charge into the unknown without fear and the wisdom of the wise.   A great Crisis awaits you, one that has not been known before.  A Calamity that will rock you and the rest of the world to its very foundations.   Unbelievable pain, anguish, sickness, persecution and turmoil will you find children.

Humble yourselves in its wake.  You must find the internal strength to not only over come the external challenges that lay waste to your world but the internal demons that have cultivated ignorance and arrogance within you.  Look to the elders, the wise Hierophant, for wisdom and to the generation that follow for inspiration.   That which lies shortly ahead could possibly destroy all that is, has been and could ever be.  It has been rooted in the vanity of your ancestors and cultivated in greed, arrogance, ignorance, lust and selfishness.  But do not forsake hope,  knowledge of the past, understanding of what is and wisdom for what could be.  In this there will be your greatest chance to create something new and exceptionally good, beautiful and ever-lasting.  That which has not been seen for ages.

Now the eye begins to close and rest must be obtained for the Oracle.

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

 

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FOR WHAT IS IT TO DESIRE, TO LIVE AND TO PERISH? (A Poem for the Un-Masses)

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I would own the greatest castle if I were not so simple of a man

I would wear the most expensive mode if I were not so disgusted by the envy of others

I would immerse myself in the wonderment of my Mother’s nature if others had not defiled it so

I would accumulate treasure and wealth beyond measure if it were not so corrupted by the souls of the foolish

I would navigate all the tranquil seas of this world if they had not been so polluted by ignorance

I would be enslaved by Aphrodite’s passion if it had not been reduced to vanity and trinkets of illusion by Madmen

I would save Nation and World from its insecure, parochial, vindictive, paranoid un-enlightenment consuming conscience and soul in its journey into the abyss if it were not for the fact that I simply don’t care

For what purpose then beautiful and enigmatic Creation, is it to desire, to live and then to perish?

In Athena’s name I beseech thee for Solomonic wisdom!

I invoke Descartes’ pondering, “I Think Therefore I AM” but what meaning holds this in elucidation in purity and truth of a living death where to live evokes no passion or purpose?

Am I ugly for feeling, or for not feeling?

And…if I may ask, or you ugly like me so that I am not alone?

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

New Horizons

Regret & Reflection II

There in the distance lies evidence of the great force of the wind in the sails that went previously unnoticed

There just beyond the mountain peak, rays of sun-light illuminate hidden valley pathways leading to cavernous indentations of the landscape before unseen

At my side, diligently standing but never before appreciated remains friend, comforter and confidant always taken for granted

Now the death of an old life is at hand and new horizons await.  That which had been muzzled by ignorance and vanity is finally released from the blast of Gabriel’s Trumpet

I shook with fear and then cried tears of joy as I came to understand the true nature of the journey is in each step taken and not the journey’s end

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

 

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STORM FRONT

consequences

Dark clouds approach foreboding the Devil’s Day

But I have known for some time and now the Sinner’s are gonna pay

The putrid taste of Blood still lingers in my mouth

It might as well be water because it’s just as thin contrary to what most will say

For a score I’ve been tormented by lost souls

And lets not forget that poor seed growing in the weeds – bad choices were made

All are into arrears to Satan for a sum that can never be re-paid

On the eve of atonement, there on the mountaintop I stand

In fire and fury with E’PEE in hand

One by one their hearts are seared without conscience, without mercy

Until to an uneasy rest their debts are laid

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

A Prayer from the Weary Child

Enki I

A world immersed in greed, envy, pettiness and turmoil

Its inhabitants suffering from delusions of grandeur and complete amnesia with connections to the past – that which binds them cohesively to the here and now

Here I sit contemplating “why” and the meaning of “what was” and “what is” against a backdrop of the noise of humanity and their devious machinations

There is no peace, there is no serenity, there is no balance

until what was lost is found again and the integrity of both who and what we truly are has been restored

Where our parents moved freely among us endeavouring to mentor in all that can be known and reveling in each infant step taken forward

Take a look round now and see how far we have devolved even with contemporary comforts and technology; it seems as though our very existence has come undone

I beg then in the name of our Father of old to grant me the tranquility of the knowledge of Ancestors past and the embodiment of His wisdom

To dwell amongst Family where the distance between Heaven and Earth are mere steps to be traversed with little effort

Reveal to me the times of Enki and of Enlil and the Heavenly Hosts that once were prevalent and abided with us on Terra Firma

Within there is no judgement, no sides to be taken but only understanding, knowledge and the wisdom of all things that are sought as a constant companion

Therefore, be not far from me, hear my plea and make haste to minister unto me

 

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Poem 711 – Sometimes

Wisdom I

I just thought I’d say hello while you tell me good-bye

The sun is going down quickly and I thought about selling my only Renoir along with some old CD’s

The world is on Pause from common sense so what the hell difference does it make what I do

I see that the accordion is accompanying the violin but my Faithful won’t go along with as I go in through the back door

Laughter can be heard from the back pews while they’re crying at the front of the wedding chapel

The dog should return soon from walking the wife and kids which means I don’t have much more time to play

my left wrist is in a lot of pain but looking on the bright side, I don’t have to worry about going to the gym this week

I believe some secrets should remain secret

If I drink enough I will have forgotten all about it anyway … What was I thinking about?

No matter, in today’s world an attention span is much overrated

It’s been nice taking time to record some thoughts for no one in particular before I get back to living life … or someone else’s

I mean the television is not going to watch itself am I right?

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

 

 

21st Century Life

21st Century III

Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold

The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing

Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation

Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others

Can you see it?  Can you hear it?  Can you feel it?

Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?

Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.

There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence.21st Century IV  Ha, I like that said the blind man.

I can see it!  I can hear it!  I can feel it!

My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?

Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

 

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Submission

Asian II

At moonlight’s arrival you whisper and dance gracefully upon my every thought

Alternatively divine, darkly inviting and imbued with unending sensual ferocity, the spell that is cast cannot be broken

There on the fringe of the spider’s web waiting silently, patiently to devour saintly spirit, I struggle to no avail as it only enhances your appetite and makes you want me more

In the deepest chasm of my being, I realise that I cannot resist as I have never known such force or obsession delicately devouring me

No words are expressed, no intellect implored only unyielding raw emotional desire for what is coveted by the eyes and craved by both body and soul

No light can escape this abyss of your all consuming hunger and I know that it is there that I will reside with you forever be thee flesh or spectre

So I just let go and let you feed

Mystic IIAdiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

The Wolf Cries Three Times Before Dying – just poety

Wolf Cry II_by Dan Burgess

The Wolf King by Dan Burgess

 

Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design

It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?

Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for

Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes

 

Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it

Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate

Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare

How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?

There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it

Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?

 

Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in

Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins

That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around

You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed

Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…

Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime

…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies

I bid you Sweet Dreams my princess in the dark.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

This Exasperating RACE – a poem

Human Race II

A new dawn, a new day

but yesterday lingers with thoughts of tomorrow

…and I must say I don’t speak Spanish but I feel good about myself anyway

 

Oh, there they go again just six feet above me

trying to dazzle on their self-perceived exclusive high-wire while lecturing how inadequate the masses are!

They should really buy a vowel ’cause they haven’t got a clue

 

The sun seems  so Blue up there all alone

That’s quite strange since Monday is gone

No worries, I’ll just wait for the moon because my reflection says I’m looking pretty pale in the light

I guess I might as well leave now and prepare for my Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark

…You know, I don’t speak French but I feel good about myself anyway

 

Who goes there, just beneath the shadow of that glass throwing stones?

I really can’t recognise them but their familiarity is Breeding contempt

She really should have kept the Trojans close because that thing He gave birth to would have been aborted by anyone else

No worries though, I’m draped in my own Fast Fashion with my own Personal Jesus so I’m not concerned

I guess I must be moving on now because I can’t remember to keep my eyes closed before my tongue deceives me

Walking barefoot in this Valley with my Shadow behind me seems so crowded I could die

I wish I had more time alone with myself to lay on these 23 Palms in this Desert of Despair and relax but these infernal beasts just won’t release or give me peace, or surcease from sorrow

So with this Communal Cup half empty, I’ll just have to keep pace of this Race that I just can’t seem to fathom or trust

Perhaps I’ll just go to Sleep, Deep and search for the answers that I seek from protective Parents who are always with me

No matter the case, I have to unequivocally say

…I speak no damn English but I Love myself anyway

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Human Race I