Friday, December 29, 2023

Road to Perfection

 




I

Don't give a fuck then it rains cats and dogs;

running men, virgins, ho's pitchforks with dorks.

Don't suck up to the risen torch, what tries to log

you into the shelve, like a forest-elf, to be soggy

of missed opportunities, then you talked to the hand. Embark

on your Heroes journey, You alone can muster in the dark.

Many ents and hallmarks will try to poison your road.



II

Don't eat the breadcrumbs left over by the children;

for they lead under the table to be sitting on laps.

You be formula-1 and do circles around those cauldron;

let the witch be baked into a pie, while you take Tron!

Road to Perfection is paved with many tears, perhaps

it is better to eat wormwood with vinegar, entraps

of pitty-pie and other cutie lies dine fears in a den.



III

Do the raindance and be God, raise your horns –

only Victors shall tell His Story to be carved in stone!

Sell your soul to your Truth, and walk on sworn

for your duty. Who cares, how many outworn

soles you left behind the road, to Hell and bone

the next lichlord for your grand entrance to Homer!!

But many wanton fare well, not endanger the newborn...



IV

Don't give a fuck, not one step to look back;

what is glimmering in the back, while Sodom

and Gomorrah are burning down! Hack

your own path and carve your Glen in Black.

Why circle the wagons on a dogs bark, Mulder –

none shall come to Bama, to give marriage boredom.

Be your own thunder, to hail down the Mount crack!



V

Lead your own cheers, and cast thy fortuned fates;

why should you trust in competition, and their soothsay!

Many leds astray, failed to be turned in gold rate

Emo, while not even Amoled to shine in the brade.

And then it was gone, was it even there or nay?

Why should you wait, until some merchant sway:

to tell you for a dime, when to start preaching Tate!

Need for Godspeed

 


Keygen Church Master Boot Record

I

People reason, I think – I Am, then go

to the parlour and have a drink. Let it sink

in, you are what you eat; but for the show

must venture – let me charge your blow:

2 cents for the price of 5 and 10. Some start to tinker

on their bells and seashells, for the silver-tongued glimmer.

Could they eat all the molasses from the bowl...



II

Need for Godspeed, while hitting the breakdance;

rapping on heavens door, too thorn but still meek.

Heathen, but still wreak of the pies de resistance;

the Chaos, what wants to mate with Eris, hence

to beget Harmonia; just to behold, eat your steak

of the Sons, or be overthrown by Zeus bleak!

What will you leave behind, what will you enhance?



III

The Greater Good and Evil, are your True or Farce;

people thinking, their way is the only One, not many.

I Am Hungry – thus many had to take the charge;

few succeeded, most ate sour grapes, enlarged

the dragons and shadows on the walls, manic

in their stupor for giving up. None shall stand thus –

for we failed, its impossible, play possum, Marge!



IV

Havoc in the Maverick dance of chance, still mad;

why did your folly make way, not mine, concubine?

I severed and plotted on gold-diggery now an old hag;

young Sophias venture and get their Prince Charming, rad!

Scorned in Hell, turned Harpy and Gorgon, but I am Fine –

ticketing the competition with angry bulletines, boarding in line;

for the shine, what no rainbow, may pot a leprechaun Brad...



V

What is your IQ or IC or Duh, to be the next Archimedes;

who ran about nude, for Heureka, and a goldsmith lost

his head, most just Emperors Immortales impedes this.

Most knowledge is the dance around the hot porridge, gist

about sleeping in the right bedroom, before the Bears host

some pick the right bed for your happy ending at thy cost!

Some young foxes still hard noggin, to avoid bollocks chemes.



VI

Why should your Sun Shine and your Moon Night;

your Star Glow and your river flow to the promised land!

Many Magicians Arlequin their way to imp-famy blight;

then blame it on the black dog, who ate their homework rites.

Its always the dark side, who's to lame, that your light bland

didn't show. Alas, maybe its the avoidance of dirty your hands:

what differed, to deny access to the fruits of labour on sight.



VII

Who was the seventh generation saint, who a century Oxe;

some walked a mile on water, others burnt their bodies to prove it!

Who trampled snakes and ladders under the boot, Heel, Knox –

too much white dwarf seldom makes a gent, but more orcs,

than you can fit angels on a needles eye, to make a tweet.

Silvester ate the birdie before you could put white sheets

on your green fields of golf – Alf wanton to crash in your works.



VIII

What is your altar, and the piss, to mar the fire;

the infant to not know it all, while Zarathustra

comes back to town? Many forest sages, retire

to the demagogues and cog the Magog hire –

to wheel the spire of Orthanc. Others Schuster

their mustard seeds to let the Almond trees muster

enough air to Nike to cloud nr. 9 and sell tires.



IX

No more Root for the evil tree, no more beer;

not even beef. All eat vegan, while loathing Megan Fox.

Diluted with #HolyWaterR not even pirated, still sneer –

going analog, to molest the ability to offer different steer.

How dare you, that farts more than green dealers could coax!

There's the Y – metaphors screech in anthem to mox

the U into Pu to UPU the new UWU on the Walnut streets.



X

Sniffing the Digitalis, I wish on the next mistletoe;

my heart failed to murmur in the silence of solace.

I had to venture deeper in the rabid hole of Erewhon;

staring my mirrored self, snakes in the grass goes

to the maple leafs, to make em the next shoe lace!

Who sees black-white-red, who draws spades Ace –

hotshotting the spot others missed to scratch a brow.



XI

What does it meme, Steve, I'm on steam, why;

let me believe, but I found a lie in your I'm fine!”

So many want to carry over their res-pond-cybille with a Ty;

then surprised, then Charon didn't wanna comply!

Deaf are the ears to the lazy parker, who walks back in line!!

If you have started to step out, go all the way, not for signs!

No Star has been carved on the broadwalk by mature hire...



XII

Two get into backstage, the bad girls and the band;

the gazelles and those who can predator the savanna.

If you wanna be respectable, give it up, just stand –

bye, you had your chance, but hares don't drink grand!

They will never taste the bubbles upper-champagne;

to cream with the crops, the big cheese a campaign.

Yet you wish on your thinking, that you deserved a hand.



XIII

What have you done, to rip out your guts and gore;

to shore with your force Majeure, for Godspeed.

Maybe its still morrow, and listening to ho ho ho –

you can await some more, being busy Martha for

only the brave and the bold shall get the needs

met, while dodging angry shotgun shells, no reeds

can stand, while they cuck in the wind: “Yes milord!”

Friday, December 22, 2023

Serve a Purpose 1 Ki19:9-18

 



Dem,on hand, buddha heart 

Carl Jung -- Magician 

Tolkien vs Miyasaki 

Full story of Darf Zannah 

I

What do you seek, chosen wand:

what is your way, to serve the servants?

To wash the hands of the Vagabond;

to wash the feet of weary, sing along

with the harlots and weep fervent

with the mourners, at the descent

of the coffin! Are you God's Left Hand!



II

Come to the dark side, out of the light;

seethe power beyond the scour of earth!

God is not in the torrentous wind, highth

of might, the earth shudders, but no right –

not even in fire, but a gentle sound surge:

Tenkei Ryouken Kamikage Joushitenjo emerge...

those, who have not bowed to the knights!



III

Each pencil serves a purpose, hatchet

is made for the deed and then discarded.

How happy is the tool, who has grasped it.

But you have become like lords and ladies, ardent

in their valour; resplendid in grace awarded!!

Jesus only had the scull, to put the cross regid.



IV

Don't be attached to reason and fame;

those go by sooner, than you think!

What the stomach don't like, it complains;

control your hunger, dark wolf restrain.

Both light and darkness useful to brink

for the choice: either-or; Superman stinks –

before you have washed that cock in mouth lame.



V

Draw your own conclusion, thereafter

you spilt thy tea and bisquits. Talent

your pains reward – seeping in dafter.

Hagia Sophia – the bride to be after;

onwards to Excelsior, booty on the scarlet

shoulder plate, dripping from the rend!

Come with the shield or on it your poster.



VI

How many Houses and wives and Mothers

can you loose in the name of the Lord?

How many infants cast down, unbothered

at the dogs licking their corpses; uncovered

your hatred and their demise – to afford!

Only Nimrod and Obed-Edom shall be sworn

to serve El Shaddai; Jesus Christ; Holy Spirit, brother!!



VII

The rain falls to the Righteous and the Wicked;

Whiteraven shall go, where God wills it.

To make friends with shinigami, give a ticket

to the wanting. Orphans shall pass; the piquet

shall be bulldozed. No life matters, kill it!

Until grief has stricken the ball, who wing it;

hoping to bring the Arc to Yorktown, without pivot...



VIII

What your cold shoulders hath not carried;

stubborn lecherous hearts not fasted, mourned.

That shall not make a Honden in your Merry

Christmas Carol. Carry will show the cherry

on the take – before you stone newborn

child of Christ, the writing on the wall;

singing: “Hello Darkness, my old friend!” worried.



IX

Don't cast out demons, if haven't cast out

yourself like St. Paul; wept like St. Peter – disavowed!

You unworthy servant, who done but a pout;

while given the devil its due and route

for the Kingdom of God, to achieve the mowed

off grassleafs in the soul and guts – move

the spoon, what is not there, and make a Boyscout!



X

I am deceased, like Dagon in his house;

headless, armless, heartless, boundless.

Like Isayah, shocked in awe, a mouse

at the cat, ready for the devour. Who'se

worth is not enough to be hound – less

to run alongside with His Angels Masse.

Here's my flesh and blood, make a spouse!



XI

Burn me like clay, sculpt me like marble;

smelt me like gold, choose me like iron!

I want to serve as shield and sword, garner

me with ornaments and Psalms, holy warden

is awaiting for thy Quest! Be it ebony-ivory

watchtowers and hawknests; overwhelming irony

with ridiculed camel's spit, skunks smell smeared in.



XII

Halleluyah, Christ has arisen for you, people!

Who wants to serve a purpose for the Gospel?

Renounce therefore yourself and follow ye sheeple –

become wise like the serpent and meek as a feeble

turtledove, standing in front of Principalities gossamer

and Powers coldplay – stand firm, so that the yosemite

devil may forsake thee with abandon, be ready Abel!



Wednesday, December 20, 2023

The Eternal Wanderer

 

XiaoYao You Free Easy Wandering




1.                                     7.                                          12.

All seek Enlighten;         Think of the children;          To the Darkness go;

captured by Knowledge. inner child comes swerve!   Let it teach Restraint-Fervor.

Minding business.           Reveals Beholden.               Many blinded Fools!



2.                                      8.                                          13.

Running around The;       Nations collect Tao;              Have nothing found;

beyond Good-Evil Tapas. Every book they take –         loose even your flavour!

People restrain Tao.          shall  be watching them!       Become as Wind.



3.                                                                                     14.

Elders seeking child;                                                       Then the waters flow;

thinking themselves ass-worthy!                                     stand still, observe Freedom!

Forget playful things.                                                      Then let Tao roam – Fleet!



4.                                       9.                                            15.

Throw away Pride;           Wandering desert;                   People close palms;

Tow-around Virtue Ego.   better than neighbours strife!   make fists in the Aether –

Tat Twam Agite...             Wanton Establish!!                   no room for others!



5.                                       10.                                            16.

Unsheathe the mind;          Let go Desire!                          He-Man I-wife;

dance around the daisies!   Earthly attachments dire;        Goddards trample El Shaddai!

Offer no regard.                  seek to confuse...                     Pissing on Mountains.



6.                                       11.                                              17.

What is your Name;          Why should a Sage;                   Heartless the effort;

Titles govern service –      yearn to smoulder the chimney? leading to Heaven!

opt the door to Hell!          While ceasing light!                     Hidetsugu Real...

Thursday, December 14, 2023

Cancel Pigs and Dogs

 




I

Don't give pearls to the pigs and dogs;

they know nothing about hold the line.

They eat rubbish, happy inside any bog –

shall learn any custom from frog to toad.

Blood-thirst and hunger their sign;

loyal to the next meal, ready to align

for the sake of safety and better rubs.



II

The nose hurts, the ground is frozen;

never content but outsmarts itself!

Loyal to friends, at families cost brazen;

can't tell right from wrong, but chosen

slurs and slights perceived, while mid-elf!

Alps in the closet, while dreamy of wealth –

can't do anything, unless somebody shows em!



III

Only see, what lies ahead, never regret,

what got trampled underneath; search

for potatoes, reckless in habit;

needy of Leaders glares – like a Hobbit

with too many rings! Then rules arch;

borders become gated, pigs and dogs march –

the first, demanding Hatred to Club it!



IV

All must be Thus, none shall be else;

Pigs and Dogs, no tolerance for Jesters.

Whatever is obscure, riddled in stealth;

they would like to unearth, ratio, shelve!

Never able to see light in darkness, Aster

their guardian Angel – to bet on Ree-Master;

for Karen a day, keeps the serf incensed!



V

Able to psyche at anything current;

forgetting the chances, like they never there.

Never forget hunger or the spoilers torment –

then somebody gave too much fervent

Truth, with painstaking daring care!

The Pigs and Dogs, like One shall declare:

Off with your head, you enemy Gent!”



VI

Thus I beseech thee, Whiteraven implores;

don't give pearls to Pigs and Dogs!

Keep your door shut, thy minds sure;

not a single finger or step, even de jure!

For shall you relent even slightly budge –

the devil will enter, like Iscariot doubt much.

Their bread is rotten and ale tastes dire!

Wednesday, December 13, 2023

More Whine

 




I

Oh Why, oh my, sigh – no pie in the sky;

can't dine with the twelve disciples and Jesus.

While all the ministers, like dogs abide;

under the table, eating breadcrumbs, lice!

Didn't I Karen enough, to cancer the crews

into screwed nuts and bolts, putting Colts in Stew!

So why am I not the Chosen Pun to Avarice?



II

More Whine, more pathos, than could vie

Lucifer Morningstar – just notice me, Master!

I will record all your enemies darkest viriles;

sitting on your lap, making schemes and devoir.

Senpai, make me your yandere queen; fasten

the pelts, as the solemn strangle holds. Cast them

into Golems, soulless in the desert for Nehustan, Sire!



III

Alas, my lord, I hath to pry – is that a thorn?

Out with your eye, and off with your ears, dare

to explain: Why bordered with Treason, Scorn!

Only Jezebel deserves to sit on left-right; sworn

for the Whore of Babylon title, no Hare

can grasp nor wrest it from my claws I dare;

until the prophet of the Beast arives to Bourne!

White-Mare

 




I

Silent Knight, who raise the kite, blight;

to baptize in fire and brimstone all!

On the Crossroads reckon the upright –

while the worhty Bama to Ariel tonight.

Behold, the Samaritan saved the Gall;

blooded on the road, like Asahel stalled.

He removed the shame and shed Holy Light!



II

That White Mare of Conflict to Loki works;

it's time for Darkness – search for Syria –

just as Elisha goaded the pride of the King orks.

Then the axe was floating, the wise became dorks.

Search for Lord Allmighty ye Sages of Gloria

and Sophia Mundi, you shall not find, Arkan-Thoria

will console your gnothi seauthon logos ego Tara!!



III

The Hindus shall be New-Zion and Wheel thrash

the unbeliever! The Muslims shall be Usher to keep

out all the “Lame and Blind” who didn't smash

with Lord Jesus Christ, to honour Cornerstone, crash

will be their bamby cute – Bandicoot shall reap

your babes and elders to game a Holly Creek,

what no morning wood can broom Witch lash!



IV

Take up your Thrones and start thy precept

upon precept for lack of respcect ree specs

via El Shaddai! Who wants to sit with regret

on the Left and Right Land path your grit!

But you say: “We shall sit on the lowest puck,

as Jesus told and be servants of servants and cuck!”

Nay, off with your heads and out with thy eyes Seth!”



V

Who has not loathed the leper on their doorstep?

But you say: “Our worthy offerings..! Silence!

Ye, who left the gender and male gaze stumble and fret;

who didn't mend their wounds , then Karens rued their shit!

You'd seethe them rather transform than walk in Christ – Violence.

Thus the Lord El Elyon, Jesus Christ and Holy Spirit error-trials

your desire, haughty concubine, chasing new licks for the clit!



VI

Who wants to click on it? – Trigger Warning –

I got scandalon for Thee! You shall not Passover;

take your leafclover and wishingbone to Warding

the Herd into the Abyss, for Winter has came Barding!

It's time to blast your Hollywood like pullover –

cardigans the new gray Cardinals, who Richelieu vert

for farting in your brain is the new Masse for the Schröding!



VII

Level up the buck, who wanted to gulp 7App;

the navi of demon-mommy, grammy had

to raincheck the lullaby detector on crack!

The bricks there yellow, the subs there wack –

all over the board, while mare boarding mad;

like Lovegood to Bed-Evil Betrothed glad.

The Iron Maiden, who was Superman Stag!