Best Emperors Poems
We've much yet to remember
More yet to forget
Our current state
shows we're not There yet
Some walk away
Some run
Butt together
We Are One
Mother Earth
Farther Sun
Be gone
Begun
Big bangs
in the head spun
We address
We decide
We digress
We divide
to provide the mess
We dive into the missed
We drive in two
Identify Abyss
Day/Night
Black/White
We dye the Void
Paradise for the psychopath
Hell for the paranoid
Order and Chaos
Lost in a wilderness
Poke-her players
They play us
Pay us with a poison kiss
Until Self-employed
there is no bliss
Fulfilled we come together
individually inside
Every One is within
No ware to hide
Nothing without
Naked truth
No doubt
Free from contradiction
Letting go of all addiction
We attracted the friction
We allowed to fuel the flame
and gave the shadow a position
as yet another personal name
that claims to be divine
Does the son shine light
into the golden shrine
Does the moon reflect Sin
in the lost bloodline
Hidden from view
The Sang Rael
in Me & You
Lost in a mystery
Found inside
Twisted in the history
of egocentric pride
until the shadow is lifted
and the light floods inside
the darkened cave
Ill-thoughts create the bars
of the imprisoned slave
So few see outside the box
or beyond the line
claiming second-hand opinions
while shouting "That's mine."
© David Moule/Verso 22/11/15
How often are we led
Or manipulated to see others views
Convinced to go along with things
That we wouldn't ordinarily choose
We need to take responsibility
For the life in which we all live
Ask more questions when things don't seem to fit
I could wax lyrical about everything we perceive
But the truth is
When you don't buy into what it is they sell
Then just walk away and leave
Rather than following other people's dreams.
The nine tribulations have been effaced
Life and death, I accept with grace.
One moment flies by in a hundred years
A second thought to missing the mortal trials.
The wishes of thousands falling on deaf ears.
Oh what it must be like to be the innocent in the dream lit world of the mortal sovereignty.
Instead of dealing with the world crushing weights of the 9 heavens and 188 hells.
How nice it must be to be a mortal filled with wonder.
Unlike my ageless cold immortal husk,
withering away in the cold heavens.