Friday, February 10, 2017

Amor Fati

Amor Fati

Weeping wrathful the wanderer wearies of his wisdom
Drinking Dreary draughts to deaden the denouement
Somas’ sight this selfish Sophist sought
For fallen Forms frolicking feverishly in fearful freedom
-Grossly goes God to the grieving grave
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to the highest.
Glory, Glory- He's gone the ghost!

But Before bastards even the best are bashful
Aspirants argue Agnostic about aristocracy
The Optimum are oblivious in Opiates
Instinct Inducing Indic inspiration
The Demos a damned demon defying a dead decency

A painful pleasure is the passing peace
For Living is a labor losing luster
A moving moment missing meaning
Tackling Time; a tedious tasking
Running rough and rugged the raft rages
Alone across an ambient absolute Abyss
A crazing craving endlessly increasing
Exceptionally exiling excellent Xandu
A deepening darkness does the duty
Masterful melancholy makes a mockery of the merriment
And a merry malevolence Mephisto makes...
The rays Recurrent radiance repeats remorse
A Dreadful indifference defends the deed

For the gold and glory I have gone gaunt and gory
With A Heavy halberd halting hell
Now nearing nihilism neighs its nefarious notes
And a smallish snare sinks the ship
 shifty souls shallow shield
Are the frequented friendly faces
For Here the haughty hopes hearken high
Clasping no crutch the cries become clear
-Do we thus drown in the deep?

Drunken and dumb, he dares death!
Sick of solitudes silly songs
And longing likewise for a like mind
Missing most a man makes ready to die
A Pitiless pain plays the pied piper
Reaping and wrought receiving naught
Sapped of strength a souls seen sleeping
Scything simply the seven silly seals
Weary of wisdom he wakes his weeping…….

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Schizoid Break

Schizoid Break
I miss aloneness
It is more agreeable to me than this intolerable closeness
flecks of meek affection rising in my spirit
That I will drown with the irresponsible consumption of strong spirits
Full of so much hate
I cannot see straight
When I found that men were nowhere free
Call this solipsism anarchy
Some of us are a law onto themselves
To face to consequences and never cede my will
An unbroken power
That destroys all that cowers
The pen is bleeding
In honor of tears I cannot cry
not even when my mother dies
A problem with drinking
Mine is only one of thinking
Not the bottle
But what is bottled
Living in my head
In the fields of the undead
Never so bold
As when one has grown cold

Don't pull me from this