You were a white church on a white hill against the sky,
a flinty field that gave forth intense olives and pungent grapes,
a statue of an ancient god bathed in starlight,
the blur of a blue moth merging into the night,
a ship bearing concubines and incense to a barbarous khan,
a wild rose rooted in the frigid veins of the mountain.
But now you are emptiness, absence, void,
a forgotten text in a language that never existed,
the arid mockery of an abandoned bakery,
the currency of a ruined nation,
the dry and withered stone of perished fruit,
the silence that grips the killing floor after the final scream.
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He had concubines
He had call girls of curls and of wool
He had gigantic heart and tender soul
He had had desire for his nurse
He had witch hazel blending with his kisses
He had invited comfort and joy to partake
He had hunger beyond measure
He had his menu spread out before him
He had an ear for foreign music
He had the nerve to eat and become gluttony
He had licked clean the plateau of plenty
He had had dinner, desert, and adoration
He had keen understanding of a woman
He had stood seven feet tall, yet silent
He had puppy dog eyes with tears when I left
He had gazillion stories undocumented.
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In place of joy
Pain fills the soil
Pretty or not,
The table is always for three and more
Fresh Lies
More concubines
You are fed dishonesty
In place of loyalty
Pitiful sight
In broad daylight
All you see
Is broken beings
I told my friend the sovereign of my love
And gave him a sweet potato too
I scratched his back and talked to him
Of dusty days and circus nights and zoos
He lives now in a Sanctuary and is a great king who
Humans such as I are honored to give him his baths
Surrounded by wives and concubines, and a few zebras too
He wanders around his empire along his special paths
Elephants are easily sicken by human ills, viruses and flu
So I send him treats in remembrance as a friend from afar
Hoping as the summer goes by we will be again in touch
That I may sit near with him as we watch the evening star
Burnished pheasant,
Repulsed by noon's bright sunshine,
Rasping brazenly,
Calls the plump hens to his side...
Hurry to him, concubines.
Lazily, disdaining up above the sky to pursue
As the setting of the sun is to indolent to hold
Such a tournament is lengthened and embedded in gold
While the sun passively darkens for a night barbecue
I sit beneath a silvery moon hearing barking hounds
for some men have orgies near the Genious of the South
with blood-shot eyes and sweet sugar caned-lips and scented mouths
such surprising sounds while making folk songs like soulful sounds.
Their music vibrates above pine trees made up like guitars
Strumming, picking and singing songs of endearments in vain
many are now caroling a vesber up to the stars.
Mighty singers, I hear resinous in your throaty of songs
they are heard so sacredly like a whisper within the pines
were they given to virgin lips and cornfield concubines
To hear dreams of Christ till I meet dusty cane-lipped bongs.
II.
A politician just said to her crowd
what need have we for a border?
It’s a good thing to help poor folks in need,
we should let them all come over.
Even thought cartels control who gets through,
and subject the women to rape,
then off the choice ones as concubines,
dooming them to an awful fate.
And even when most of those foreigners
flagrantly violate our rules,
take people’s jobs, undercut all our laws,
yet lefties still think it’s all cool?!
Now they want us to pay for their health care,
when we cannot afford the same?
It’s fair to say they’re not on our side,
the left has gone friggin’ insane.
he stores his grapes
and warehouses his
wine
he grapples with men
and has concubines
his mighty hands
grasps these men
his strength so strong
it comes from within
might he fight
and stand jis ground
folk shall come from all around
his down fall
shall come
from a whore
the one his son
worships and adores
he to is caught
in her spell
she divides their loyalties
but who can tell
wet behind their ears
they whisper words
speakest not
of what he's heard
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
he ye great
wrest upon the shores
fallen, fallen Babylon the great has fallen
comest out of her
the men then rejoice
she makest them sin
they comest in her together
lest they know-est till
she speaks of he
he who hast
been with her
the night before
lest you take part
in her sinful ways again
fallen, fallen
the all the men have fallen
take part of
her sins never again
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
greet her as friend
the concubine is gone
...Loyalty, of all of them,
is the most lacking in our time.
But there’s untold importance in
staying true to those you find
who are sincere, honorable,
also true friends and family,
we build islands of refuge
in a sea of insanity.
Man’s great rock of stability
in the swirling dance of wrong,
loyalties, it is fair to say
are civilization’s bonds.
Finally, there is Aggression,
the hardest one to control,
but a good man who can fight hard
is more precious than even gold.
Some say we should abolish it,
that it does nothing but destroy,
forgetting that sometimes evil
is not something we can avoid.
And when evil seeks a victim,
it’s this virtue that it must meet,
were it not for male aggression
not a single soul would live free.
People who would dismiss these things,
who would lie and call them ‘toxic,’
strike me as people that inside
are frightened, broken, or sick.
To banish the traits that make us,
that built a world from sticks and stones,
comes off as mindless sophistry
from minds that are not yet grown.
And though they’ll never admit this,
I feel it must always be said,
were it not for the manly virtues,
we’d be concubines, slaves, or dead.
Common Place and Common Time
What we are is concubines
A lesser and part of now
A lesser and part of here
Dictated by the Sun
Dictated it's quite clear
Kept alive by its warmth
Kept alive by its grace
We act as if we do
When we act by laws ordained
You are here right now
Right now you are here
Simply aware of what is
Simply aware of what is clear
Clearly sustained by light
You and I are thoughts
Curiously living in the consciousness of One
April 12 ,2018
Sun, Existence, Here, Now, You, I, Common
Courtesans and concubines
pristine ladies on neon signs
performing with pink panache
indulging in pleasures of the flesh
a rose-scented soft temptation
invoking desires and infatuation
crimson lights and skin like satin
inviting to a realm of forbidden passion
where sirens and succubae
sing songs that satisfy
docile demons and superficial saints
peculiar clients with specific tastes
no judgements in our den of delights
only leisure and unforgettable nights
It's totally amazing this great life of mine
It's almost the same as owning ten concubines
But wife Cathie disagrees
Insists it's a form of sleaze
To which I say pour me another glass of wine,center>
The king and his concubines,The master and his slave, the lord and his servants, the sickle and the grave. Far be it for me to deny the power of the everlasting Source. It feeds the the universe and starves the planets. Centrifical force pushes my mind to the brink of eternity, tap dancing on the wooden floors of insanity. The sun rises and i feel the power of the day, beating upon my skin like hot lava pouring over a mountain top in a distant galaxy upon the face of a lifeless planet. With the war- torn wings of an Angel I soar across the sky, scorching the clouds with the blood of my Ancestors. My shout is like the roar of a thousand lions and in my hand i clutch the cursed blade of Nosfaratu. Looking to devour and destroy the evil that so easily besets me......
It's totally amazing this great life of mine
It's almost the same as owning ten concubines
But wife Cathie disagrees
Insists it's a form of sleaze
To which I say pour me another glass of wine
Wealthy he was, but not healthy
Hundred of wives he had in his days
One thousand concubines he chased
Diamond and gold he bought to himself
To his wives, kids, and friends he bought jewelries
Of all time cars and mansions he purchased
All these he had except but two little things
To the stature he had he couldn’t add a cubit
To his days on earth he couldn’t add a length
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