Dasversagenanderergenießenanständigzusein

by Emmit Other

Tis the season
To enjoy the joy of joy
To be a decent human being
Tis the time to let go of bitterness
And greed
And a lack of empathy
This is not the hour to enjoy the pain of others
But...
If someone decides to choke themselves with their own hands
And you cannot stop them
Then you can enjoy the hope
That they might stop doing that
Stop hitting themself
Stop slapping themself
Stop punching themselves in the face
Stop that
It looks like it is beginning to look a lot like christmas
But if you have blood streaming down your face
From self inflicted wounds
And for those of us
Not punchiklng others
Or ourselves in the face
Merry Christmas
Happy Haunika
Happy Happy Holidays
Merry Festivus
All Praise Lord Potato

There Is No Equitable Exchange In the Human Spirit

by Emmit Other

Mankind should be our business
And Marley's Creed is the correct one
But chains are not an economic currency
Each of us drags our own weight of mistakes
We lessen this burden by letting go of the sins of others
We must accept
With clarity
That only by releasing our expectations of an even exchange
Does love and friendship begin to bloom
It is acceptable
In the economics of human kindness
To aquire a trade deficit
Just as it is acceptable not to accept theft
This then is the paradox
That in the network of human lives on human lives
There are Rods of Iron
And then there are Rods of Glass
If I assume Iron
And the Glass Shatters
It might just break
Or unleash the firestorm of darkness
From the human Naphta kept inside
A person who looked completely harmless.
In this year of darkness
I have lost many glass rods
And even a Rod of Iron
And I have made the equation
That sometimes even Glass Rods are worth keeping
If you treat them as such
Lowering your expectations
To near nothing.
Hope for the best
Hope that they will stop being scrooge
Hope that they will not be an average human
An average human of 100 IQ or less
An average human of a median EQ...or less.
An average human for whom honesty, honor or any other value is fungible
Depending on the situation
And how much value there is for them.
The world is richer
Because of those bright souls
Whose well of wealth in kindness give and give and give without limit
Sometimes these cornucopias of spirit are near in our orbit
Sometimes we long for them from afar
Not all of us can be this Ghost of Christmas Present
But we can do our best
And the more we give
The less is taken away from the whole
Accept the chain debtors for what they are
Vapid Oxygen Sucking Glass Rods
And know that there are many many many
Souls and Spirits worth knowing
Don't break the glass
But seek Iron
Better and Best of All
Seek Spirits of Silver and Gold
For there is Wealth in the Business of Mankind
And Kindness should be all our marks.

Freedom of Movement

by Emmit Other

The Fair Star
In Astral Skies
A River Source
Of Hidden Guise
A Guide of Spirits
Cast a drift
The distance yonder
And thoughts to sift
Bringer hither
Through hyperspace
Behind the veil
To Another Place
With Neptune's Net
And Astral Silver
From A to Zed
The Twin Delivers
That which to help anon
Brings good to goodness
And bad to Con.

Bringer of Anvils

by Emmit Other

There are more things in this universe Horatio
Than dreampt of in your Philosophy
Then again considering that your philosophy was
Getting Bingo on Sunday at Brunch
That's not saying much
What I am saying
Is that there are things in the universe that we do not understand
Like what made anvils so heavy
Gravity
And what made anvils so appealing in cartoons
They could have used safes
Pianos
Conservative Souls on an Egyptian Scale
But Anvils are about creation
And so to use them in destruction is particularly amusing
Out there in the umbra
there is a being who uses these tools
He finds the hypocrites
A spirit to be invoked in times of evil
In times of Rape Apology
And above all in times of rank dank sexual harassment
Go forth Bringer of Anvils
Let the Anvils Fall Where They May
Where They Are Least Expected
Where They Are Most Needed
Go forth
And let the anvils fly
Bring a whole new meaning
To the Anvil Choir

To Hurt, To Harass, To Make Afraid

by Emmit Other

Those who smelt it
Dealt it
Those who fear verbally harassment
These are they who are darkest indeed
Those who project
And internalize nothing
These are the moths in society
And yet time has a way of finding such people out
The lens of truth frightens them
Despite their laughing denial
There are higher powers
Powers they claim to represent
Powers of honor
Powers of fairness
Powers of justice
And these are they who are not just
These are they who will not reap what they sew
These are they who corrupt the innocent
In their name to protect it
These are they who cast about and call people sinners
Devils
Actors who portray devils
The term gaslighting is insufficient to tokenize their lies
And my wife has to deal with the worst of these I have ever seen
Sometimes it isn't about you
Sometimes the monsters are their own Ishmael
Sometimes their reach exceeds their grasp
And sometimes they are their worst enemy.
I think times up on the monster of my imagination
I think midnight has come due
And all the empire building in the world
Will turn to ash
When they are no subjects to rule
And no one is willing to believe you.
They will just quietly acknowledge what they always knew to be true
You are a shallow shallow dish indeed.

Perseus Stole the Eye

by Cyborg Redwin Tursor



Perseus Stole the Eye from the Graeae

Through which he saw many things

A lack of empathy is a telling thing

When you would side with the two wolves

And the sheep they ate for dinner

And the plate

And the plate manufacturer

And the insect that they crushed with the silver platter the plate was on

Since they all have sides

And all have a perspective

But not the one person for whom empathy is not expressed

When you know empaths

And you know the rage they have for the other

Nazis

Conservatives

Liberals

Gentiles

Converts

Fill in the blank here

They all have an exception

And you notice with deafening silence when it isn't there

We all know what you really think

No matter how many layers of œbintsuke-aburaâ

you might apply

The silence is deafening

And yet I still hear it.

And through the eye I see it

I can not unsee now

I see

And keep seeing

And learn more

And want not to know

Blue pill the shit out of that

Back to happy Marie Calendar Days

Before the Great Sundering

Denied.

The Fire of Galadriel

By Emmit Other

A work in progress
Words in sand
Time rewrites
The gate smashed
The glory gone
Collected like so many pop cans
Recycled as bottles of tin
29 cents in certain states
The wind is past
The words locked
Blue flame seals them
Too quick for the way back machine
Too obscure for the rss feed
If you saw it
You saw it
And if you didnt
You missed it
You can ask
I did
You just have to know
Who
What
Where
How
Why
And when
Which is now
Now then
Now done
Now gone.
Just more nonsense in print
Adieu

Ben Franklin Tapped Me On The Shoulder

By Emmit Other

Ben Franklin Tapped Me On The Shoulder
Whilst I was running around putting out 5 alarm fires
With Iceburgs that Might Hit the Titanic
That Couldn't Turn Around on a Dime
But Was Desperately Trying.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?"

"Your friend over there, the one from Earth?"

"That's really more of a Rhombus Thing, I just write poems."

"Yes. But...."

"Yes?" I asked patiently waiting to move about my regular day.

"He keeps Calling the Constitution a Piece of Trash."

"Yes?"

He explained to me that
There are better metaphores
If I respected him
And I did
Then I should use terminology of repair.

I told him I'd think about it.

I have a friend who lives like this
That has the broken echoes of the universe speak to him
As an animist I thought it would open my mind to ancient mystery
Let me hear the ocean sing.
It does.
I hear the shock waves from Polaris as it goes nova
Billions of Years in the future.
But like Mediums in poorly written TV dramas
It's not the dead that just want to speak to me
But every broken telephone pole
Concept
Unspoken byline
Or anything really.
I think I need to get a secretary.
That rock over there might do.

Mechanical Turk

Emmit Other

Considerate Brethren of NATO
All for One
None for All
Looking the other way
As allies outside of the circle of trust
That now involves no trust
Despite the rabid bear at the gate
Grunting and trying to tear down the fence posts
One column at a time

A secular people
In a region of zealots
Consistently screwed
By the other Four Corners monument
Pillars of stablity
In a storm of chaos
They have answered our call
Not once
Not twice
But three times
Gassed and burned and gassed again
Abandoned
Forgotten
Left behind by an Orange Faced Shit Gibbon
Cutting out our word
To stand by our allies
Who slew those who killed women and children
With impunity
One petty shit gibbon
Deserves another
Dancing to the tune of a satanic organ grinder to the north
The bear and the shitgibbons
Dancing around the army
That is crushing
The most honorable warriors
This decade has known
That treat their women with decency
That are forgotten and betrayed
East North South and West
The odds are long
My heart is with them
Even if that is all there is
For my country has fallen
And isn't getting up again any time soon.