G
gaelen
Guest
Thought give this old number an airing. Written in a particularly miffed state of mind regarding entropy and the rise of Bush and Fascism.
CREDO
Believe in me when I tell thee so,
God works through me and all will know,
The world of dreams where none shall see,
The thrall of the future I shall Decree.
Mine is a crime of passion lent,
A concordat charm and honoured intent,
A will to be the subjective flame,
To arise on the backs of those I claim.
To mark my coming with a clarion call,
The patriot heart I pluck with all,
Entwining the truth will lies of old,
Employing the talents within my fold.
Shearing the wool from present and past,
I weave my magic that is destined to last,
We lull them to sleep with a thousand hacks,
Where the pen serves the sword and well-worn tracks.
'Tis in that sleep a banquet is set,
Where men shall feast and blood is Let,
For the glory of a world as a web of Deceit,
In solemn words and bold conceit,
Thy wings of desire shall profit my peace,
For the price of illusion and soul’s “release,”
The diamonds of greed shall embolden my crown,
As the waters rise and “the chosen” drown…
…I say unto them with lines well read that will
speak to the heart and still the head…
Close thine eyes and think no more,
Trust in the angels and bible law,
Erect your beliefs from every creed,
Hold fast to comfort, insatiable need,
Look to your leader, put Faith in rites,
Create new worlds in candle lights,
Honour the goodness of Congressional power,
As they fade in the rubble Of Babel’s Tower.
You are my eagle, my red, white and Blue!
The statutes of liberty and a Common hue,
Discard the intrusions that Threaten our world:
the love of our nation and visions Unfurled.
Cling to your dreams and the American lyre,
Fight tooth and claw for the right To aspire,
Build our defences and hoist the flag high,
So too the traitors who stand idly by.
Do you not feel this virtuous cause?
Ablaze with desire from executive laws?
“Gladly say I, to forsake my truth,
To offer myself with the nation's youth,
To take pride in defence and retribution,
To willingly close the constitution,
With hand on heart I lovingly serve,
...To make sure we get what we all deserve...
For the toothless tiger and its salutations,
The laughable wreath of United Nations,
Deep in pocket, sewn into my seam,
The rising awareness and strategic dream.
Of a world in connection, Fused in thought,
In nets of belief your potential is caught,
The political construct in Nature a crime,
Beyond redemption yet Half Divine.
In it we seek the choice betwixt,
The Golden Bough and the River Styx,
Divide and conquer - a natural course,
The lowest emotion, the wildest horse,
Inflationary pride and rapacious gains,
Drawn from the wounds of third world chains,
An involution, a financial fire,
Marching in step to the funeral pyre.
Onwards and upwards to a new age addiction,
A pied piper’s song and Predilection
For the sleep of sex and powers Therein,
Devoid of love and embroiled in "Sin,"
Time-locked in a loop and fed to the predator,
Emblazoned in plastic and sold to the creditor,
Learn by rote the path of dysfunction,
Tied to the culture of eternal consumption.
From child to elder bound by duty,
To selectively sell goodness and beauty,
A new cycle dawns and with due resurrection,
The victory is mine and ordained to election.
People are penned and programmed to choose,
Lest the roll of the die is weighted to lose,
A Herculean task awaits my fate,
To command the legions and legislate,
For the coming dawn of fiery predation,
Mass extinction and depopulation,
Be not shocked that you paved the Way,
For absolution and Judgement Day.
To gorge in haste and pure voracity,
Or choose the science of perspicacity...?
To find the path of least resistance,
Or die in the shadows of vain persistence...
I shall emerge from your daily deeds,
As the machine is oiled and the serpent feeds,
You will sense the warmth of your stoic pride,
The source of denial - the tears you cried.
To descend the ladder and reverse The ascent,
You will feel my hot breath as you wisely relent,
Sense the embrace that was holding you fast,
Made in mine image as the finest lead cast.
Ever the thorn in the flesh of your mind,
To dig deeper still, lest you seek your own kind,
So continue to sleep to the truth by your side,
Of Knowledge and Light that hath flicker’d and died.
From an éminence grise to the New Empire,
A new seed for the globe you allowed me to sire,
A contagion lodged in the core of your being,
A draining usurption that prevented your seeing.
And in that choice you welcomed me in,
As entropic guest and next-of-kin,
As loyal servant and Master in one,
The inauguration of a setting sun,
So, ready your quill in the blood and sign,
For the keys to the kingdom... …ignobly mine.
J.
CREDO
Believe in me when I tell thee so,
God works through me and all will know,
The world of dreams where none shall see,
The thrall of the future I shall Decree.
Mine is a crime of passion lent,
A concordat charm and honoured intent,
A will to be the subjective flame,
To arise on the backs of those I claim.
To mark my coming with a clarion call,
The patriot heart I pluck with all,
Entwining the truth will lies of old,
Employing the talents within my fold.
Shearing the wool from present and past,
I weave my magic that is destined to last,
We lull them to sleep with a thousand hacks,
Where the pen serves the sword and well-worn tracks.
'Tis in that sleep a banquet is set,
Where men shall feast and blood is Let,
For the glory of a world as a web of Deceit,
In solemn words and bold conceit,
Thy wings of desire shall profit my peace,
For the price of illusion and soul’s “release,”
The diamonds of greed shall embolden my crown,
As the waters rise and “the chosen” drown…
…I say unto them with lines well read that will
speak to the heart and still the head…
Close thine eyes and think no more,
Trust in the angels and bible law,
Erect your beliefs from every creed,
Hold fast to comfort, insatiable need,
Look to your leader, put Faith in rites,
Create new worlds in candle lights,
Honour the goodness of Congressional power,
As they fade in the rubble Of Babel’s Tower.
You are my eagle, my red, white and Blue!
The statutes of liberty and a Common hue,
Discard the intrusions that Threaten our world:
the love of our nation and visions Unfurled.
Cling to your dreams and the American lyre,
Fight tooth and claw for the right To aspire,
Build our defences and hoist the flag high,
So too the traitors who stand idly by.
Do you not feel this virtuous cause?
Ablaze with desire from executive laws?
“Gladly say I, to forsake my truth,
To offer myself with the nation's youth,
To take pride in defence and retribution,
To willingly close the constitution,
With hand on heart I lovingly serve,
...To make sure we get what we all deserve...
For the toothless tiger and its salutations,
The laughable wreath of United Nations,
Deep in pocket, sewn into my seam,
The rising awareness and strategic dream.
Of a world in connection, Fused in thought,
In nets of belief your potential is caught,
The political construct in Nature a crime,
Beyond redemption yet Half Divine.
In it we seek the choice betwixt,
The Golden Bough and the River Styx,
Divide and conquer - a natural course,
The lowest emotion, the wildest horse,
Inflationary pride and rapacious gains,
Drawn from the wounds of third world chains,
An involution, a financial fire,
Marching in step to the funeral pyre.
Onwards and upwards to a new age addiction,
A pied piper’s song and Predilection
For the sleep of sex and powers Therein,
Devoid of love and embroiled in "Sin,"
Time-locked in a loop and fed to the predator,
Emblazoned in plastic and sold to the creditor,
Learn by rote the path of dysfunction,
Tied to the culture of eternal consumption.
From child to elder bound by duty,
To selectively sell goodness and beauty,
A new cycle dawns and with due resurrection,
The victory is mine and ordained to election.
People are penned and programmed to choose,
Lest the roll of the die is weighted to lose,
A Herculean task awaits my fate,
To command the legions and legislate,
For the coming dawn of fiery predation,
Mass extinction and depopulation,
Be not shocked that you paved the Way,
For absolution and Judgement Day.
To gorge in haste and pure voracity,
Or choose the science of perspicacity...?
To find the path of least resistance,
Or die in the shadows of vain persistence...
I shall emerge from your daily deeds,
As the machine is oiled and the serpent feeds,
You will sense the warmth of your stoic pride,
The source of denial - the tears you cried.
To descend the ladder and reverse The ascent,
You will feel my hot breath as you wisely relent,
Sense the embrace that was holding you fast,
Made in mine image as the finest lead cast.
Ever the thorn in the flesh of your mind,
To dig deeper still, lest you seek your own kind,
So continue to sleep to the truth by your side,
Of Knowledge and Light that hath flicker’d and died.
From an éminence grise to the New Empire,
A new seed for the globe you allowed me to sire,
A contagion lodged in the core of your being,
A draining usurption that prevented your seeing.
And in that choice you welcomed me in,
As entropic guest and next-of-kin,
As loyal servant and Master in one,
The inauguration of a setting sun,
So, ready your quill in the blood and sign,
For the keys to the kingdom... …ignobly mine.
J.