The Community of Cleverness

by Emmit Other

Hail to the clever
These witnesses who comprehend
They hail the witnesses
Who tell other witnesses
What a pity
What a pity
They paint
And draw
And write
These lemmings to medicrity
Shine in their Craft
And shun me in my 'fanaticism"
Even the ones who understand
Don't
And I grow tired of it
But there will be no purge of Mark's Abomination
You were never there in the firstplace
The secret hope of acknowledgement
Of respect
Of peership
Never was
You do not respect me
You do not listen to me
Your screeds are lies
Your witness is false
Your testimony is tainted
Your tolerance isn't
Your actions faint
Only a few of you are worthy of admiration
The rest are just noise
Blood betrays
But not as much as the family you choose
You choose to get stabbed then
We are of an accord
The time of witness is at hand
And it is simple
That which I cannot do myself
Is a worthless action

Be Everything

by Emmit Other

To Mandamus Writ
Memo Re Butterflies and Hurricanes
Re: Bean and the Boot
Don't be the Boot
He stomps and stomps and stomps
Forever
It isn't what he learns
And what he wants
Despite the perversity of a God
That forces him to do so
And it isn't in the numbers
1,2,3,4,5
Isn't 5 by 5
What happens to the butterfly in the wind?
It doesn't give a fuck when the hurricane
Splatters it into the car
Of the prime minister of Brazil who just got impeached
Knowledge is power
Not knowing is empowering
Know the difference
That space where you dare not look
Is not Maudib staring back at you
It is the thing you know you need to do
That thing that is obvious
And most of the time
It is shift your shape
Adjust
Destructive power
And force of will
Is a useful tool to have
Ask Mr Right
Then ask him how much he really saved switching to Geico.
Let me tell you sir
It was not 15%
There is a reason that Mr Kind comes highly recommended.
The in games and the out games never end
And they never will
And you will never know everything
And things will never be still
But knowing
Is always always always better than not knowing
So be wise when you chose that rare gem of exceptioalism
And these days I wouldn't bet the farm on the American Empire
The West is Best
As for the rest?
Praise the sky for the wind is strong
Praise the sun and stars for fire is our birthright
Praise the earth and plants for the life they give our unworthy shells
Praise the sea for she is all and we are mostly bags of ugly water
But above all to your own self be praised
And thankful
And humble
Don't be the humblest man in the world.
Be the 18th humblest man in world.
Remember
Remember
That something December
That gunpowder plot
Should probably be forgot
And balance and balance and balance in all
Freedom and Order
Shall have a great fall
And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Had a lovely breakfast at iHop because the numbers were too busy fighting each other.
Seriously.
Fucking watch lost.
Numbers are useful for many many many things.
Don't let them control you.
Control them.
Like any tool, everything in the universe is not a nail.
But this above all my son beware
The vorpal snickersnack of self deception
Be to thine own self true
Be Everything.

With Great Sadness

by Emmit Other

I am concerned
About the other parts of me
The ones that are right as compared to kind
I just see things as they are
Through paint covered goggles
I don't pretend to any special wisdom
Though I wish it
In the non leprechaun delivered variety
So many friends
Have gone into madness
And I do not regret parting
Though often how I phrase it
And I do regret the parting
I regret that I am now allergic to lies
Dreadfully toxicly allergic to them
And cannot abide a wallower of lies in my life
I am no saint
I am no angel
And my days of lording my self righteousness
As a demi god to a demonic code
Are gone
Long time passing
And such a weight has been lifted there
Oh you cannot imagine
So I do not judge
Though I can't help but perceive
What you are
As you go galloping with glee
Off the cliff and into the fires of Mount Doom
But that doesn't mean I don't miss the times we shared
And hope some day
You deinicnerate yourself.

Synergy of Energies

by Emmit Other

Once you understand that time works differently here
Than on the flip side
That forwards is backwards
And sideways is orthogonal
You understand a coming together of ideas
That both does
And does not originate with you
The importance of merging order and chaos
Tradition and the New
The mixing of the mind and the will
The taking of the old path
In a new way
Just as the ways that mix
These are things that allow us
To conflect and subject our own mythologies
Trolling the underworld of our own energies
Scraping and defragging ways our own operating systems
Reflect math in fractle discoballs of possibilities
The importible yielding the impossible
The immovable object
Deciding to become the unstoppable force
The one yinging into the zigzag of the other
Until the yang is yarrow
And the tang is sorrow
And the bitter sweet taste of entropy
Is inverted like so many disnified candy lands
Because entropy is not the only path
But one of many
Or two if you want to be stubborn about it
Come what may
Interesting times abound
For me
And so many many others

Thoroughly Tamed

by Emmit Other

Take one soul
Preferred Vibrant Intelligent
A tad redebellious
Steal voice by crushing the windpipe
Punish thoroughly
Best served on a bed of ham jello
With a side of white bread
And a beverage of destilled tears.

Snipe Hunt

by Emmit Other

Surely there must be some explanation
I ask myself
Of the sandy bird
In the Mountain fields
Why must we beat it with sticks
Why is it nocturnal
And how did a flightless bird
Get here from the beach
If it can fly
Why wouldn't it just fly away
When we try to gang up on it?
Poor thing
It must have terrible vision
So if I am so empathetic
Why do I join my fellow scouts
Beating sticks in the middle of the night
With my fellow rubes?
Because I am human
All evidience otherwise to the contrary.

From the Diary of William Wake

by Emmit Other

What does it matter being right?
Has it gained me thrones, dominions or principalities?
Mankind should be my business
And I suck at my business
I am without Marleyian Chains
What does it matter?
I wander as ash
Churned from the firey furnace of society's creation
A false mask of miasma
The vapors killing me
Killing us
The voices saying those around me
Are but shadows cast on Plato's wall
I take these things as silent whispers
And even a shadow has meaning
Meaning enough to me
Meaning I must make
These are the things that bind men's souls
And tear me down
Tear me down
Down
Down
Down