Comme Ci Comme Ca

Peace is not order
Passion is not chaos

Sorrow is not sadness
Gladness is not joy

Weakness is not vulnerability
Virtue is not kindness

Piousness is not graciousness
Beauty is not perfection

Creativity is not a gift
Life is not a right

Courageousness like chastity
is never generous
is never ever assigned
is rarely if ever aligned
with the divine

Means created
Become ends justified
Lies manipulated
Rhyme with the Signs
of the Times

Mother’s Tender

No that
I did not know
Tenderness it is said
Like the sacred grove that
I’m afraid
I did not know

At the breast so one rests
it is said
but
I do not know
Breasts of tenderness no
That I’m afraid
I do not know

There are shoulders
It is said
Like mountains of tenderness Too
Swallow you up
deliver you from fear
It is said
I do not know

But when I cry they say
I play victim
so it is said
again and again
whether I freeze, fly, fawn or fight

They only like when I play knight
All else
They don’t like
therefor
I do not know

Barnum Statement

Once upon a time in Agora
Barnum Statement crowned himself King
Free Trade! 

That Kingdom claimed loud
obviously proud

Bring your goods your crops your crafts

Gather round the Sacred Ground

where Business is magically no longer a dirty word

Communists though they cried!

Sacred Ground
where we unite
whether to trade or sing or pray

now make way for our well-crafted nearly blind
Guilded Age

Where to steal or piss

whether grafted gifted or grifted

Where all your  Sacred Cows

Now browse with great Satanic Masters

Insisting every facet bow
But,
How, now?

No evil
neither
here nor there
Blinders on eyes

Masks on mouths

Muffled ears

Shame-filled tears

All hail the Circus crowd!

Who needs crew or crop or tribe

Sign on now, brown cow

Your ass will be assigned

No doubt
Don’t hesitate
Line up now

 

 

 

 

 

Scent of Harvest Moon

If Daffodil had smell
He’d tell Narcissus
Go to hell

If Rose had forgone thorns
She’d have lost long ago
to those with horns

If Datura did not ignite
Swirl of day within each night
Scent so luxuriant
Rose Daffodil Narcissus
Might come close to claim
Fiery Fairy trips
Come close to define
Yet alone master refine
Sheerest delight
inhaling
Such exquisite illicit
ephemeral beauty that
she exhales each night

Neon Grey Rock

She calls herself an empath
He the Wiley Wizard
They call their trade
The Heart in Spades
and charge not a coin
but a silver tongue
tossed into the
River One

Like the Czech custom of
April Fool
in return for her sweets she
gets her swats
and everyone giggles
then returns to Grey Rock

Where they collect their tools
and align guilded stools
and pretend their silver-tongued offerings
have any meaning at all
in the end of times
on this ship of
April Fools

 

Ministry Of Love

Welcome, friends
to our show that never ends
Oops I mean
The Hotel California
Oops I mean
Sorry
it’s all so very
cliché

Whatever
just love
so very much to choose from
one man’s compassion
is 
another man’s
kick in the pants
not that he’d notice
in or out of it
just like
He claims love is blind
He then claims hate is speechless

But
We all know love
We all know romance
We all know the word and the feeling exact and
all the other accompanying
Happenstance
Everyone around all the world
agrees because it’s
just like with the monumental
science of vaccines

It’s so unequivocal 
that
no one ever had another
meaning
or misgiving
it’s so very clear
We can move the world with
Such nebulous words as
right, hope, love, fear

Sometimes for the right reasons
Sometimes for the wrong reasons
but like miracles
somehow come right
Often for the clouds that fill our heads
in the middle of the night
The ones that never feed our crops
but
just poison all instead
like electrolights and
dry lightening
better than water
so it’s said

Sucking prana like
vampires on blood
Sweet or bitter
same-same as they say
Golag Goulash
That eternal internal problem
with no name
intentions as right as
chemtrail rain
just convince them it’s all good
we don’t care how
psy-ops divided among
fractured clowns
assigned to vapid sluts and
lame-ass schmucks
who spin up
dramas like
Dorothy’s Oz meets
Brady Bunch

Join our tribe, they say
where we deny everything
and
spin and smile and
all the while
the jokers just
added
one more chain
But
congratulate yourselves anyway
because that next manufactured
hurricane
is bound to hit your neighbors
this time
surely
Chance still has a chance
right
in all this manufactured
rhyme
so you can
thank
US 
for that
deep bow
NOW
Brown cow
for you lived
to bitch
one more day

 

 

 

Info Brokers

Info Brokers
You mighty jokers
Pretending to care
What we unwashed share
Disguising
Pretend empathizing
Shell companies
Crisis actors
Phony advertising
Any and every trick
to fleece
Your next to last
Schmuck, moron, innocent
Or otherwise
Fait-accomplis

You know though
We trip you up
Deliberate-like
Sell you our manufactured junk
Sabotage
Regular-like
Fall on our swords
Like boots in the soup
Like clogs in the wheel
Like those futbal wankers
With their stubbed toes
Rolling on the greens
Begging for woes

I claimed once
To love the cunts
Cause that’s where the juice
was flowing
When it moved to dick
That became my schtick
Christian, Muslim, Pagan, Jew
Riddle me next
How To:
Best Move You

Cause I can juggle in twelve languages
Or more
Across all ages and continents
And jingle and tingle
with all your fetishes
Just like a digital
Master Tartuffe

Only better
Cause where he obeyed his
Majesty’s months
I scrub my nethers regular
with ALL those crimson letters
From Rome to Stockholm to Jerusalem
I’m just plain bored with your
Dumb rotten shows
I sneeze on your masks
I fart on your sorrows

Furthermore!
I laugh and I skip and I dance
on your lame lost causes and
eternal threats of
Cringe-worthy
so less than worldly
New World Order
command and control
Full spectrum dominance
Never will it come to pass
Under my courageous watch
Nor Over my grave
Such Great vigilance
Nor Over my land
Not your hand
No Not EVER

Any of your
Unfruitfully Unjoyously
Unthoughtfully
Ungraciously crafted
Un-tomorrows
Was Alas
Apparently
Never even uttered
in This/His Most Gracious and Eternal
Info-Loving-Land

 

Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time
We met 
This young Czech
The most beautiful woman
I’d ever seen

She said
Dance with me
I thought
Poor dear child
what a terrible fate
to have a face to make
angels weep
and every lecher who
lines each last inch of
your well-groomed
well-guarded streets
begs your meat

The sort of lip lines
the pale blush of the cheek
the cool blue eyes
that makes one feel woozy
without a drop to drink
who commands armies
in sighs
as she walks on by
with nary a wink
even as you crave for more
venom even through
her blatant lies

I thank my lucky stars
I’m not a boy or a lad
or particularly gentle
or a man
Because surely
I’d sing too of
her lullabies and sweet little cries
as she crushed me
with the pinkie
of her distant cousin’s
dog’s best friend

Penis envy
fucking please
I praise the gods every day
for the wisdom
of the pussy
y’all can’t ever seem
to see through true

Before it strings you up
and spanks your
pale pathetic
boldly bared
old hairy asses

Heart On Your Sleeve

Heart on your Sleeve
Lies on your Habit
Loneliness suits Us
The Happy few
Who
Claw at the
Pretty face
Offering a
Case of Russian Vodka
Who would not ever
NO
Not even
Remotely Dew

I
Walked Once Alone
Along the
Vltava
They call me Proud
now because
I toasted the
Kernel Sanders’
Cocks along
A
winding  sort of sea
While
We all danced
the
fake romance
Complete with every
Pinkies’
Koenig Chances

Feeding monsters
We
along with
my personal speciality
Sub-horing
Feigning
Exploring
ALL
Arkansas Eastern Star
to far Yangtze
my
Lovers
Quarrels
Foolow Me

We All claim
Innocence
Every solstice when
the New moon sets
Us Free

We Light Blossoms
Eternal
to Excite
to Press Lips
to Lick just
the
very Tip
that Delicious
Sintific

Sweetly Limpid
Palatial yet
Insipid Place
Where the Salt
Yet and Still
Always Lives

Ultimatum Centrale

Shit or
Get off
Damn pot
Mother fucker
That’s it
Ewe
Herd me right

Patience long past
Expended
HOT
That’s now what we’ve got
Past tired of pumping up
Olde tyres

BUT
From this raw burn
Let me show you
HOW to
Pass that
Lyon through fyre

Fear no fryer
Friar
Walk this way through
Mire thine
BUT
Manor mine
Never forget

Watch your tweed
Untwine
Recollect try to find
Your mamma’s mind

Long lost soil
Soul through toil
Selling compassion
Like second-hand
Salop-like
Bargain’s fine

Dragon’s line
Sweet salty fiery tongue
Relentlessly Endlessly
Shamelessly
Seeking Divine
Shallow waters
Shine on you
Make it nothing but
A game
So easy then

No doubt to
Just give it
All up
NOW NWO

Eject
Reject
Try it
Just One
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