Sunday, December 24, 2017

Scarlet Reckoning

By Emmit Other

Comes a Christmas Eve
Like most by some measure
Stars shine atop glowing homes of love
Snow falls in great big moonlit pinwheels so impossible
That only children see them
But children pray in prisons
Praying they won't be sent from their parents
Family huddle in the dark as unpromised power obscures them
The pedohile preacher sings in the chaple with the choir that is pleased hasn't given up his impossible odds on senatoral pleasure
The ghosts of past, present and future have been boxed in by greed and the smoke of averice
Not one scrooge but a legion snickers in the porkish halls of Washington
It isn't right
It isn't right
It isn't right
But the angels look the other way from dark evangelical prayers
Factory blessings from the saints produced wholesale for a government of unrighteous intent
It isn't right
And it looks over
The christmas cheer is inevitable
The righteous would be that way Mircacle or No
But there is still a need for Clarence
Even if he lies bleeding in the alley while past present and future look on
There is a need for miracles
Monotheistic miracles
Promises by the White Christ amd the Desert God
Every promise kept knows the former sheriff in the crossroads
The amulet was a promise
A get out jail once
For all the fuckups endured
A rare as hens teeth
Never given before or since
The invisible powers that be didn't want word getting around
Trenchcoat broke it
No prayer
No wish
An accusation
A failure

An accounting
Streaking out in fyre
Stars streaming up from the earth
Unseen
Invisible
Eldritch
Moaning
A trumpet blew
Turning up the marching order of revelation
The God of God received a report
The Excuse Department was bypassed
And the Archangel of the God of God dispensensed
All of christendom
All the corners of monotheistic ardor
An accounting of principal
An amen to the kicking against the pricks
An end to unrighteous authority
You could say any given jackasa in a frock
Could do Satanic due
But the wells began to run dry on dark prayer
The kind that helped but didn't help
Magic of a heavenly kind
Eaten
Sucked up the stars
Bone dry
If you didn't practice what you preached
Your faith meant nothing
The christmas star still pulsed
Santa, for those that believe, still streaked across the heavens
The ghosts were unleashed one scrooge at a time
The angels of God had clarity
The pollution of get out of jail free
Pedophile Money Lending Wheel Around their neck
Banjo licking toads were silenced
They could jaw their own voices
But from this eve
And for a millennial
A thousand years of peace
And all the false prayers of the falsely righteous were stoppered up
Done. And done.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Not For You

querna ar' querna i' mirror uma
i' ithil ta shows ikotane tiri
dawnien lamya i' bells en' agar
ten' somethien naa il- right
i' narda tanya bind ar' fea keep
can strain unto i' breakien til
i' chains will rusva
manka i' bargain naa il- chebin
manka i' lesta naa il- omente
manka i' fea naa il- true
pop auta i' weasel


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Gestohlene Sachen werden von ihren Besitzern bemerkt

by Emmit Other


Schmerz der Zeitalter Gefunden fehlend aus einem Gewölbe lang vergessen Diebe in der Nacht Skulking Thules, die nicht waren Diese flachen Echos der Wunder längst vorbei Gespielt mit Sachen, die sie nicht verstanden haben Diese gestohlene Sache wird jetzt bemerkt Der Lich, der es bewahrt Den Sand anziehen Umzug über einen Ozean Die Erben zu diesem pathetischen Aufruf Gezeichnet wie das Lied der Sirene Es hört ihre Aufrufe Es sind mörderische blaue Augen Suche die Wärme ihres Fleisches Blut, das in ihren schwachen Herzen pocht Sogar ihre Fackeln sind Schatten von Ewigkeiten vorbei Blinkende Magie Kein Kinderkartenspiel Aber eine Einladung zum Abendessen Dinge, die zwischen Welten leben Keine Schilde Keine Abteilungen, die sie tragen Einfache Gebete zu ihrem betrunkenen Orangen-Krötengott Namen schlüpften wie betrunkenes Baby sabbern Verlassene offene Türen Nicht eine Sache, um es zu stoppen Wie es ihre Streicher in Schicksals-Skein schneidet Eins nach dem anderen. Schmerz der Zeitalter geht unter diesen schwächsten Männern Ungesehen Angerufen durch ihre flachen Echos Es soll die Seichtheit ihrer Gräber sein Als Frost kommt aus dem Herbst So wird auch Winter auf ihre Seelen fallen Kannst du es nicht hören? Das Heulen des Wolfs ist Zeuge Das ist eine lange Nacht Eine sehr lange Nacht für sie in der Tat.

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

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

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.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

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.

Monday, June 12, 2017

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