Short Overlord Poems
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Night flyte ride
sensual overlord
to joy and pain
please mind the gap
second thoughts sunrise
lust in Angels
lost and found finale
Cover my house in morning glories
The blue one, bright and cosmic against the vivid leaves.
The neighbor said, "They take over everything!"
But, what brighter conqueror?
What more splendid overlord?
Slippery is my mind since its unbinding from Time,
Affectively rendering the Solpsist's Soliloquy as the Engine of Being
...and so I AM a relentless Empirical Overlord
Allways in this instant,
Existence is Allways mine.
Great Caesar's ghost,
Hail dictating despot!
Overlord of Rome,
His soul still roams,
Big Julie's the magnate,
His motto still rates,
"We ain't dead yet!" Great!
All hail dictating despot,
Hail, great Caesar's ghost!!!
It must have dazzled Free Will
To be jousting with Fate.
Clanks there no discordant
But armour intimate.
Dark, or roseate-crested, one of
Either the former's knights.
Sent out its castle wall, beyond
For the latter's world-fights.
When wisdom not often the same thing,
the first letter may not be capitalized.
Endless *****homini lupus,
more than human and dragon clash.
Smelling overlord blood feud,
taxation penalty redeployed.
Create more misery,
giant trading subjugating.
Free market eliminated,
minimal state dead.
Thsi world is an encampment on a thousand valleys ,
Each leading to God's great mansion,
He is evil,
A miser and insane,
He rules his entire creation with a sick sense of homour,
During the sixties someone set up this world as an hope against him,
The overlord,
That's why they call this world imagine there's no heaven,
Form:
It’s important
what you get called
has a name,
one you can take
to the ivory
border
It’s important
what you’re called
is remembered the same,
today recollected
tomorrow
reordered
A mark on the stone
no longer
unknown,
your history and
legacy
rendered
Sapphire crystal
overlord set,
the past
eponymous
the future
—kismet
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Sun ascends, the relentless overlord of the day.
Steam rises from concrete like breath from the earth.
Stillness settles in the trees, even the cicadas pausing.
Sweat beads and trails, a slow-moving river on skin.
Shade becomes a sanctuary, fiercely guarded.
Sky shimmers in a veil of unrelenting heat.
Souls surrender to June's heavy hand.
Love,
you can keep it,
it makes me feel sick.
It's not good,
it's an evil trick.
Just like playing on a ouija board,
it's not your dead relatives,
it's a dark overlord.
It's not when the wind finally ceases,
it's when it returns and violently increases.
I fell for its lure,
I fell for its charm,
it did me no good,
all it did was harm.
So, no thanks love,
I know the real you,
go show someone else
the wonders that you do.
There are those in whom evil is deep-set,
in whose hearts love lotus is yet to bloom,
for example, the demon Baphomet,
overlord of dark realms, where awaits doom.
It’s a place we would do well to forget,
lest the stench of evil becomes our tomb,
so we best hasten from there our escape,
sheltered in God’s domain of love agape.
12-February-2023
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