Shantih shantih shantih
On a cold All Saints eve,
Awake I find myself.
Haven't slept since St. Luke,
I've yet to fallen asleep.
A revelation come to my exhausted eyes,
Which caused them to go blind.
I can see anew!!
Always known about those sights,
Just never thought about them much.
The sight was horrifying still.
A chill has travelled from my spine
Up into my frightened mind.
A disembodied dong, from an non-existent tower.
That is the artifact, that disturbed
My artificial state of mind,
I'd erected to keep the WASTE LAND out.
Poor Oedipus, you say you desire to know,
The vision I just had?
Don't you know the truth shall do you in?
Leave me be! Let go! I'll tell you, Let me Be!!
I shall tell you, only to save myself.
τ_ _στιv _λ_θεια?
The pleasant illusions disappear.
My nice Victorian charade collapses around me.
The decent draperies are tattered,
It'll nolonger shade the nakedness of this waste.
Into a pit of fire and flame,
Endless without form or bounds, I do go.
This shade comes toward across my path.
A man in a Brooks Bros. suit calls forth,
"Enter into my domain.
Come in, enter this fine cavern,"
He points, "See, those shadows, over there.
On the walls, beyond these poor dammed chaps.
There is human life! (Cogito ergo sum?)
It's cast from light to entertain the likes of me.
Do you think you shall ever see the outside again?"
I asked: "Is this the realm I've lived in so long?"
He smiled and looked the other way.
As I turn from that life
A voice far hence, harkens me...
"Build up the old wastes
They shall rise up.....
Shall repair the waste cities,
The desolation of many generations....."
Midst of its sales pitch,
An uncontrollable laugh, I did break.
These were the idol wishes,
Which used to keep us moving,
Made us desire to live.
Thus I thought I was living
Although I was already dead.
As they are -- they shall remain,
Redemption shall not come this fine day.
No need to ask again!!
That is what Mdm Sosostris's
Wicked pack of card truly said.
Mir widersteht das tolk zauberwesen!
Let's walk, together
Toward the ruins that we left behind.
There's not really much to see,
But enough to keep us warm.
Gather some kindling, off those dirty shelves,
Old useless trash! Some Plato, Pope, Aristotle,
Shakespeare, Augustine and Yates.
Keep the Nietzsche!
We'll need some to start it up again.
Ich bin des tocknen tons nun satt.
The winds go to and fro
Through the abandoned towers
Of fiscal enterprise, our πoλiς -- our home.
The confetti showered streets
Remnants of days gonebye triumphs.
The forgotten souls of commerce
Begotten by empty longings,
Forsaken some time ago,
For a more lucrative way of life.
Seduction is a slow process.
Its a guise of merry and play
Come on, Come see...
Shadows playing a game:
Step by step -- piece by piece -- move by move
Rook takes Knight -- Night takes Bishop
Bishop takes back the Night
Rook gets the Queen, after losing a pawn or two.
Pawn take pawn - - Check Mate.
Where they humans or chess pieces?
Enter into this night. Beware:
Exposed graves and opened wounds
Tormented souls -- creaking -- speaking
From an alien second nature,
Awaking in the cold of night.
Hidden under the shadows,
Waiting to pounce -- to spring
On a resting -- Lazy -- civilization.
A violent death or an epileptic fit?
Mindless mice watching empty space
Made up mostly of rented video.
Everywhere there is the presence of background noise:
Chit chat - small talk - intrigue.
However, never the slightest remorse.
Sex or violence, can't tell any longer which?
No heroes, only villains to canonize.
This macabre masquerade, her hour has come at last!
Screams emanate from the dark of night,
Either pleasure or of pain? Couldn't really tell.
Bodies, in the violet light,
Undulating and sweating from every pore.
Specters cloud my sight, What do you see?
Midas appears dead before me,
Died in pursuit of infinite dreams.
These are just a prelude to more.
The sea is wide and barren, the Shepherd said.
Come on! That's too much!
It damn good stuff. See!
You'll fly, really high.
It'll help you forget the troubles of this lousy place.
Nice white powder, pure as snow.
It's the highest quality, as this stuff goes.
It was a clean cut, as you can tell.
Honest, It's doesn't cost that much
School children buy it on sale.
Come on, have a try.
Do you have some more for my girl?
She `knocked up' -- not so bright.
Tomorrow she going to a doctor
The agency advised her to see.
Confidential they said.
How much was that stuff again?
Never mind, I have enough.
Mein busen Fängt mir an zu breunen!
Entfernen wir uns nun geschwind!
Ashes whence you came
Ashes hence you shall go.
The sooner the better!
Make room for the next rotten lot.
Turn yourself into fertilizer
At least you'll make something green.
That old book, its pages just fall out.
It lessons are not given
Nor seldom taught or told.
Others came to replace it.
The proscriptions of paid professionals,
From all the right schools,
With the appropriate degrees.
With all the things we wish to hear
All inscribed on these newly written pages.
An endless processions of dreary thoughts,
That are too numerous and nauseating to repeat..
You never think to ask,
Do you see anything underneath?
Is there anything -- anything?
Nothing!! -- Just Nothing!!
Here stand I before you
See my deformities, clear!
Uneven legs, a shriveled up arm
And the hump that is placed upon my back.
Why haven't you judged me a villain yet?
Could it be nature's fragile truths
Are silent to the likes of you.
Cause you feel sorry for me,
Since it cannot be my fault.
Yet you still laugh and make much sport
When I not about.
In this place, there are no crowns to desire,
Nor unwilling woman to take.
You can get anything you want
If you got the quid.
Easily I can wear a business suit
And make a deal
Buy a Bank or merger
Without any need to kill.
Into this life, I came readymade with teeth.
I'll bite the world,
For this amongst the rest, was I ordained,
If only it stood still.
I send thee hither
To Hell, Down.. Down you go!
Tis indeed I have neither pity, love nor fear,
I'm well suited for this place.
Mein freund, nun sprichst du wieder klug.
Four walled cages in which we live
Rooms upon insignificant rooms
Piled on top very high.
With the furniture arraigned in spartic fashion.
Windows draped in drab colors
To prevent the slightest splattering of sun
Entering into their dark haven.
In the meager rays of light
The specks of dust waltz
To a silent melody
Playing in the foreground
But silent to human ears.
Rudely awaken by the morning,
Leaving one cage for another,
In endless procession.
Dressed for a warm day
Sun heats our cold flesh,
"No time for a shave nor meal,
I'm late for the office, honey!
Nevermind, I'll get something there."
We pack bodies up
In a motor carriage, which is city bound.
The smell of pungent sweat,
Remembrances of last night's sex.
"The reek of vomit permeates this place,"
One quietly thinks.
An elbow to one's ribs.
A pelvis thrusted in another's hip.
Another passionless embrace endured
Cause the corner comes about.
A breast pressed into a face,
A hand felt up someone's crotch.
They all exchange partners
As they reach another stop.
Sitting on a bench
Near an abandoned flagpole.
Empty, without a rope
To hoist up the honor of this present home.
The grass, wet and erect.
The remains of lastnight's adventures
Beer bottles -- cigarette ends -- sexual leftovers.
Are those bones I see?
Beside those old ragged shrubs!
White bones, pure as snow.
No, they’re just unread newspapers
Which the wind dumped at that spot.
Excrements discovered accidentally,
When one cleans the mess off one's heel,
Does one wonder what left it behind?
The moans of boredom are overbearing
Did they kept you up last night?
Of fornication -- of sodomy
Combined with child speak.
Formless mass of flesh
All huddled upon row on row,
Couldn't hardly tell
Were they corpses or coeds?
Hark, the daughters of Λεσβiα
March in sacrificial sheets,
Eating of flesh -- drinking of blood
High priestesses, enjoying their rites.
Exposed breasts proffered to each,
Enacting their bacchic cries.
Drowned in waves of ecstasy
In the absence of men
Divorcing λoγoς and ψυσις
Yet liberating their flesh.
Consuming each other,
Greedy mouths tearing the breasts
Upon their dinner plate.
Φιλτατ oι ΝμΦαι!
A blond, 5 foot 4.
Das schömste bind von einem weibel,
There she is, pretty girl.
"Come with me, will you!"
She enters his star chamber, in the violet light.
He dresses in scarlet robes
And place black hood upon his head.
She slithers a tight mini-skirt right off,
Then off came the underclothes.
Naked, she reclined upon the ice cold floor.
He gazes upon her small breasts
Her nipples -- white and red -- and quite erect.
"She would do," thought he, "Lilith ist das".
Her empty blue eyes stare at the empty ceiling
Never blinking, as though she was dead.
Welch eine wonne! Welch ein leiden!
When the dirty deed was done.
He placed a white handkerchief over her face.
"The blood on my hands
Can never come off,
Yet I've washed it so many times.
Spot spot, out damn spot," he cries.
"Need not worry dear
This a better place........."
Es ist zu toll, sogar für meinesgleinchen.
A plague has descended
But effected nothing much.
The high priests warns and cries
Yet they continue undisturbed.
They yawn through their existence,
Cause they do not care for anyone.
It really doesn't bother them,
"It can't happen to us, we're gods
Immortal, death shall never visit us."
Oh to find a city,
Which could be moved by human tragedy!
Life is too much to bear
Unless someone will pay small tribute.
Remembrance is often begged,
Please, will you remember, tis poor human lot.
But no tears are shed
In this dry and hollow land
Where the ground has neither life nor water
Where the wind blows to and fro.
The crops don't yield that much.
The children shall go hungry;
Many shall die or go unborn.
The cycle of life has ceased,
Replaced by an artifice, commercial.
Some would call it efficient, others, unreal.
Recall please, if you have the time,
That you are mortal also
And also shall you die.
Inertia takes hold,
I nolonger will to get up.
I cannot raise my head up to see
Neither the sun nor moon nor love.
The seasons give no joy
The gods no relief.
Grace is absent from our despair.
You'll find no comfort in these death rites.
The churches are filled, but is God still there?
Come in, Here the word of man:
Pity be our sorry lot.
Suffering, to hard toil and harsher labor.
Give us peace and justice.
Lift us from our labors
And all the modern conveniences.
Purge the world of tobacco, racism, class
Sexism, indifference and greed.
Give us this day our health meal,
Forgive us our intolerance
While we ignore the best.
Lead me to untold riches
But not into debt.
In the name of the Man,
The Woman and the Kids, Amen.
One might ask, again, "Where is God?"
However one is shot back with indignant stares,
As though the question didn't suit such a place.
Oh sing our praise, let him come,
Let us welcome the last of men.
Saint Ser Cepparello, holy of God
Pray for us in the hour of our dread.
Give a good word, to the Old Man,
Whisper it as often as you can.
Since, elected into holy life were you,
There always in His presence you shall be.
Shall he deliver from the noisome pestilence
The terror by Night?
In then whom should we trust?
He's good as currency, which is always on us.
Des Bösen sind sie los, die Bösen sind geblieben.
I Caesar, though once man, now a god.
I've come here to warn you all,
I shall warn you all, (Remember Before
I conquered Rome, I dreamt I slapped my mother,
Hence I avoided Corilanus' fate)
Beware of the signs, cause the Ides of March
They shall come for you as well.
The signs were there but I paid them no mind.
Why should I? I was Caesar.
Hence I was sacrificed on Capitol's steps.
Do you Remember? Do You?
I was Caesar, ruler of the world
But that is your lot now,
Since now I am a god.
The gods have all departed
Leaving nothing to over see this lot.
The shattered windshield are the last remains
Of the ambitions of he, who foolish father
Taught his son the office of a foul,
Yet for all his effort, the idiot was drowned.
I presume too much.
I expect too much.
Ages upon ages has past,
Cities have rises and collapsed
Unto a sack of ashes,
That the tears of man can never move
Nor stir nor bring back,
Neither memory nor desire.
In the beginning was the Word
Yet nobody listened.
There was a light that shown so bright
Yet all were blind to it.
Eyes that cannot see
And limbs that cannot move.
Where is he that can heal?
The chosen, the Lamb?
I see him not.
He said his Kingdom was not here.
Then were does He reign supreme?
Surely not in human hearts.
Oh these many horrors hurt me still.
The winged goddess shall not render any rescue.
I can't get any respite here.
I should set this place to fire,
And salt the crummy earth.
Sterile nature shall do the rest!
I'll pack the few necessities
In a gunny sack, I'll hoist up
The old man, my step-father upon my back.
We shall make our path to untouched pastures
After erecting a monument to Illium.
Then we'll start this tiring game anew.