Sunday, April 24, 2011

Repurchaser

As the world grows smaller
so do the battle fields
separated by borders
owned with pride
by banks
fences on the rivers
links in the deliveries
astrological simplicities
little people feeling taller.

Power over audio
singing in the mindless lobotomy
the punishment that comes from living
outside of the clicks and the cities.

The plots of land carved up
the turkey jumping to its last breath
and the endangered eagle
suffering from male pattern baldness:
The Thunderbird is coming...

hear the engine humming
purring like pussy coming
from viewing my monster fallacy
and my wild tongue rubbing
out the flesh from this corpse...

but imaginary this bird does fly
and it certainly ain't no phoenix.

Civil lies theory of mind rise
cease power once and for all.

Repurchaser.

Let Me Describe The Cherubim (Not Confined by The Nicean)

The Chair of Him:
upon which rides
the Bull beneath
bringing the bread
and choice things
the wood split
to burn the wound
from domestication.

Not unlike a wonderful Ferris Wheel.

The Chair of Him:
lofty up above
in the windy heights
spirals the Eagle
sight beyond
and behind horizons
the nest nestled
in Zion.

In heart of Earth the palm tree symbol.

The Chair of Him:
looking from the west
the Man lording over it
Atlantis, Aquarius,
Rome and New York
law upon laws and laws
he does talk and finds
delight in enforcement.

The bare skin of him merely innocent and childlike.

The Chair of Him:
ears in the Eastern Gate hear
the roaring of the maned young Lion
rumbling all heavens and earths
ubound by leaps in times
and fleshes and minds
the being crushing the laws
self generated depths and lofts.

Unretracted paws so soft groomed like diadems.

The Cherubim Jah Seen
in the Hebrew tradition
inherited by him
but non-nicene
just to touch upon
Shiva dwarfs the council
and dances on them
riding the bull he came in on
freeing from ignorance
the freedom of all the myths
for the living being.

Deception of Need

All the Mighty CEOs and their toads
scream in the hollow solid streets
and it echoes and reverberates
like baby children in training saying:
"GET YOUR LEMONADE!"

When the water is free.


Mama We Made a Special Day Just for You

When Mama rumbles you have no choice.
She will destroy your cities and silence your voice.
She doesn't have to acknowledge her rights
and in the graveyard She will dance tonight.