Monique
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Tempest Overcome
🕑 Added 2016-12-07 20:56:58 +0000 UTC You give the man a fortuneFor a brochure.
Literature noting
The nomad venture
That you’ve paid for.
More or less a bargain,
But what is it worth?
Have a seat in the garden,
Fingers deep in the earth.
Hands full with the hearth
Lay back in the clover
Giving way to rebirth.
Sway back in the sober
Overcoming of dirt.
Strumming with wings of a bird,
The strings of mirth.
But hell, is one’s thirst
Worth the curse
Of selling out first,
Our internal wisdom
To the system
With which we are versed?
On whose bosom we nursed?
While the children go hungry,
Yet do as rehearsed?
It can’t be tidied once worse comes to worst.
And I’m ok with what’s for free,
Let my money speak for me.
Take for granted what I see
Those TV personalities.
Relent. Relent.
Make for the descent.
Now that all the money’s spent.
But why has God forsaken me?
Salvation’s no money-back guarantee.
So I sold my soul on layaway
They say you’ve got to pay to play.
Repent. Repent.
In hopes for the ascent
And pray that you can make the rent.
And I’ll give credit where it’s due
Watch the weight of debt accrue
I’ll trade away my music, too.
Hope the proprietor doesn’t sue.
Lament. Lament.
For all I have lent.
Though cannot find where it all went.
When all succumbs to the oil rig
It’s back to the garden, in the soil, to dig.
Becoming the humming reflection
‘Neath the shroud of a hawk-a-hunting
The numbing recollection
In the drumming resurrection
The nectar of nothing is running
Wanting some, something, protection.
Spilled from a molten core.
The barbed end of a golden lure
Ripped into the rock a great, gaping sore
And stripped from our lady the gowns she once wore.
Lifted her eyes to the sun,
Earth shook as she swore.
The mourning poured forth was too bright to ignore
From the corners of every child’s closet
it surged
No one mere mortal could conjure the words
To soften the channel of the great Demiurge
Though unanimously we petitioned the purge
And dismissed the great guilt
When the police state emerged.
That fear still beckoning within us an urge.
The rabbit’s got you going back for more
Chasing his coat tails clean to the shore.
To die glorious deaths in opium wars
Sigh a sulfurous breath upon Euro’pean floors.
Warrior trojans
Martyr implosions
And we’ll dance on our hands
Down utopian shores
To the saintly explosion,
Acid rain and erosion,
Fearless, feel freedom’s fallopian sores.
Gallant soldier, all in his youthful glory adorned
Climbed upon the carousel
And never returned.
But the carnivore’s carnival was never adjourned
And not even one of the mountebanks did mourn.
Distortion mirrors for the deceiving
Extorted fearers in their believing
We heathens need no reasons
So long as we’re breathing
Saturated in sin the instant we’re born
Masturbated to grim instants of porn
What of the machine,
Coming undone at the seams?
Sweat streams
Atrociously from the pores.
Blood letting screams,
Ferociously hopeless cures
Like Lord Midas,
Gloried in golden hepatitis
Whose children died young of acute meningitis
Frozen gaily in time, as if just to spite us
A mockery of the fear that is living inside us.
A canopy of sanity
And fanciful folklore
Fall around bedside in feathers
In the glass of the vanity
Trapping all that is pure
Nightmares crocheted in dream catchers
Drag down calamity
Like insects, to die on the floor.
Chaos was an ocean so clear and pristine
Tucked away deep in your sleeping, teenage dream.
You wore your rebellion so neat and clean.
And your heart you kept safety pinned to the cuff of your sleeve.
Well that’s how you saw it in vogue magazines.
Who stole your God, reactionist?
Who sponsors you, young activist?
Without your name,
You’re all the same…
Those things you said best
Were those things said in jest.
Anything to get prejudices addressed
Anything to get those things off of your chest.
Anything to have your ego caressed
Catering to that with which you are obsessed.
Get yourself west
Build a humble nest.
Try not to weep as you obsolesce.
Stay I, hanging still in the suspense
To crawl and crouch upon the breast
Gazing into the nebulous expanse
Deep, dark and dusky abyss
Just faintly penetrating the lips
That pestilential, sultry kiss
Of evening’s chatelaine, Janis
That voluptuary guardian at night’s gate
That damsel of dismal doors of fate
Lo, they have no exit.
Pull out, but all of a sudden,
It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Sanctified and star studded
To be over come, to lie upon it
Lie me down here.
I will drown here.
It was bathing in the wake after
Riding an eerie sheet of glass
The froth rolling gently, like laughter,
For the storm that has come to pass.
I lay back in baptismal surrender
Taste the salt gently pricking my lips.
Once I summit the crest, I remember
What low tide carries back in it’s mist.
