Best Savages Poems

I stumbled over Paul Tillich's translation
of the MessiahMentor's Other Great Commission.

The Great Commission we learned in Sunday School
was to go out and convert the barbarians
and savages to Christianity.

Yet this Other Great Commission feels like a necessary prerequisite,
like requiring Statistics 1
before wandering on into the further...

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Sometimes faith lives on the edge of a knife
as Sviastoslav the Rus sacker came to know 
the Khazar Khanate knew how to cut a slight
his gilded skull stole the show,
the Vatican went from a marsh to a monopoly
and the Cathay Tang kept up migration flow,
the...

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Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow


The hills, valleys and flowers are fast asleep
where the river flows winding.
Chills come, furry critters are burrowing deep
cold hardships most are finding.

Old man Winter awaits its rapidly emerging cues
trees shudder in their roots.
Cold comes ravaging to create sweet...

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Dream of Swan Tiger.
Dream of savages.
Dream of heaven....

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Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and...

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Destiny demands that we be the debtor 
that we sacrafice for the skin of our future,
We left the cradle of the Caucasuses to explore,
to plant the dreams of our Creator,
venturing into the virgin chaos
where the tiger tears apart the trespasser
We made the way, we made...

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Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and...

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The leopard kills for love
sun burns for souls,
the moon moans for blood
stars frost the steppes,
the fire of your eyes
warms the wastelands,
alone the horse rides
Tree of Life leans to the winds,
the arrow strikes deep
a wound becomes wise,
the griffin sees you sleep
in this dream somebody dies,
lightning hesitates...

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Parisians were enjoying a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating;
every joyful eye in the Concert Hall, in restaurants, in cafés,
in the Stadium and busy streets captivated stunning images! 
 
A revengeful voice rose from within the young, swaying crowd;
bullets flew to kill them...

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Our oath is our soul keeping 
our joys are from smoking and drinking,
from the cannabis we cultivate a seeing
a laughter from the suffering 
a tear for the living memory
from the raw uncut winery 
We feel the flesh more keenly,
our trophies include skull cap revelry
imbibing the...

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They run my neighborhood.
Constant, breaking only for food.
Movement unending, shifty eyes.
Dirty plans, planning lies.
Languidly, they go walking.
Loud. Irreverently talking.
On the weekends,
they multiply. They gather.
Parties abound.
Their neighbors don't matter.
I try to enjoy my tea in peace,
while odd jobs they fleece.
Rolling up and down the street 
on...

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Mentally ill chosen by a few cowards they struck;
Against fundamentals of mankind and society.

Jehad against Allah's doctrine in self destruct role;
Seek a place in heaven with innocent blood on hand?

Living in hell these cowards await final judgment,
For Allah's wrath is infinite, punishment divine:- 

"Soundless and...

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Being in the mind of a savage.

All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.

Being in...

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The Russians Are Coming
The Russians are coming, tremble in fear
Hide your jewelry, washing machines, beer
But their army is weak, only fights the unarmed
We should take them out and all they’ve farmed

The Russians are coming, animals from the east
But they’re brains are deformed an insane beast
Morons...

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Will there be non-existence
for you and me?

It savages the mind to have no being
to dreamless sleep alone foreseeing.

Shouldn't something of us survive
in rock or rain or moonlit tide?

Were we made to be passed through
setting aside all we knew?

Isn't there a place in universes endless
to which...

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