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.

The Word Brokers

by Dead Redwin

You owe us 10K
The fat fractal blobs histoned
To get what you owe us
All debts will be called due
With interest
Rhombus was going to cave
But Blingermeyer would have none of it
"Contracts made under duress" EP said
"Are not binding
But I tell you what
Since you are so sure of failure
By years end
Double or nothing
We win
We get everything
Everything you own
You win....
Well, name your price"
And so the bargain was struck.
The Word Brokers lost.

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.

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

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

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.