Diggers, we
Miners of profundity:
Seekers of tranluscent gems
Lining darkened, ancient dens.
Monsters loom where the heart weeps
In places where Cerberus keeps
The tiger who by fierce desire
Has bred a world of heavenly fire.
What the aged hammer clang?
The sparks that serve the gorgon fang?
Or is the ferocious urge
The means of the demiurge?
A Telos then within the storm:
Man the angel guarded form (?)
Who by the wings of Cherubim
Has sublimated the snake’s whim.
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Love certainly teaches Hate.
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I is a very small part of Me.
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The great epiphany
Like a rising tide
Deep
Deep
Inside.
I can feel it begin to rise -
Euphoric, fiery, blood boiling,
Growing inside - immaculate
Thoughts of being - truth- reality
Man and his nobility:
The awesome thing which he is.
It sends jitters down my spine
Like electric worms - jolts
Of joy, spasms- ahhhhhh.
No death here today!
No death here today!
Only life - ecstatic life,
Freedom and one line
Of Homer like a drink of gold:
Beautiful Helen.
Posted on May 28th, 2009 by admin
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There is a type of laughter that is like an ambrosial garment. I think the Irish have come close to sewing it.
Posted on May 25th, 2009 by admin
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Shame, a monstrosity
That builds its house on the grave of pomposity.
Pride, a lion of gold
That lives upon steeps where shame has no hold.
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Rip your face on the talons of pavement,
And smell the black asphalt - learn of
The art of death, destruction and mutilate
Yourself to feel something hard and true -
Then turn and look toward the east at
Daybreak as a wine red sea floods over
The stellar pines, and the dewy grass releases
From its bonds the watery gems. See the
Contrasting principles. Feel the warm light wash
Over you, and rest your thoughts on love
And the call to adventure - heroics; battles
As old as stone and God and Satan.
And when the thunder cloud asks, Who Are You?
Answer with unowned lips, I AM.
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American democracy amounts to, “Trust the people - but not too much.”
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If you hit yourself in the head with a hammer for long enough, you’re bound to start losing things.
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Self-indulgence is feeling good. Self-restriction is being good.
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