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Richard Krout Poem
Opposing blades split artery walls,
like slender ubbraided reddish hairs.
Scrutinizing concealed glands
before a motion picture camera.
Meat to overcome oppisition,
distressing persistance of control.
Sideshow characters resembling their reputation,
pungent expressions of their slang.
Progress feeds the timepiece
with slovenly dejection.
Skillfull vigor regulates the channels
of slurring outbursts of temper.
Sensually inclined to temptation,
congregations enticed by violent pleasure.
The superiority of the throne's officers,
publicly proclaimed
for their ability as weapons.
Biblical roots for their offensive formation,
providing brutal direction.
Solicitting the groups disapproval
of the fringes defiance.
Multi-farious fruits of ambiguity
conconcted among the stars and planets;
all beneath the skin of
of your eyelids.
Awakening to a lamentable
confused darkness.
A painful birth
from a muddy hole
of welfare status.
Collectively force-fed
forbidden sexual substance,
crumbs of death cups
from the altars
of Gog and Magog.
Priests with robes like jelly-fish
emitting light
into the depth of emptiness
and night.
Issuing debts
of natural desires;
obediance to the
non-perishing salesman.
His unsegmented body
holds ownership
over culture.
Plastic organs and tissues,
poisonous fluids flowing red
for the populations impanation.
An ostentatious diamond
of intelligence,
an historic insight
from a throne
of the slain sickly.
Vast and unyielding,
baseless materialists
transmitting a visionary war;
A sythetic savior,
we are saved by your glands.
Bonelike heads of animals
emptied into the coals.
The tossing crowds
in the passages of worthless cities.
Twelve tribes of a spoiling population
with knees bent,
intoxicated upon the carrion
of a righteous lion.
A barbarous self-interest
regulating their prey
through glass screens,
destroying all value
with permanent doubts,
and a deeply notched discomfort in their hearts;
a thouroughly communicative
injurious ink of acid
seperating the indispensable
from the indivisable ingratitudes
of wichedness and injustice.
A polished mouthpiece;
for the ornamental rhetoricians
of Tophet.
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A cunning ape
upon a diamond throne
tastes his apple.
Our Saturn lets loose
arrows of piercing spiritual venom.
Dominion and power
in the blood of a human head.
A complete circle
unmanifest enclosing
the devil.
Crushing all passion and pride;
A white cone
gently rolling
toward the Centre.
The disk manifests
as the One.
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Richard Krout Poem
There are seven bowls
from which will you drink?
The first bowl holds nourishment.
The second bowl is insubstantial.
The third bowl holds
creative liquids reflecting
a silver crescent moon.
The fourth bowl holds
a silver and white woman;
the mother of all buddhas.
The fifth bowl holds
Siva as she dances in death.
The sixth bowl holds
the incarnation
of the Great Mother in the waves.
The seventh bowl holds
ten thousand things
of transcendant wisdom.
Now, from which of these
will you choose
to stem from?
For the time is now before you.
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Golden horses run
between the Sun
and the heavens ancient stones.
The cosmic wheels
of existence disorderly
cross int the spirit land.
A pair of crows
play in a cube of sky;
as two doves sit subdued
in black branches.
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