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I. An Entrance
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I. An Entrance
A man goes into his life thinking he’s free.
Society and everyone else, wars, conflict, love
Surround him and bind him.
Until he is something changed.
None of those at Flanders Fields could have predicted that they’d be part of history
Neither could the families of those staring into broken glass.
In reality, we all become death
We just sit there trembling.
A weakness,
For anyone in everyday life
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II. Inklings of Nihil
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II. Inklings of Nihil
When Shadrach and Abdenego stepped into fire
They said they were not afraid,
But some part of their inner consciousness thought differently.
Enoch was said to have walked with giants
But could he see two meters in front of his face?
The pointillistic phallus has dropped out.
Shadowy Texan; gaunt, wiry, will take his place
In an alternate universe.
They will turn to stone, doubting the power of sin.
But was it that sin, in totality, that made them….holy?
The man who has read and the man who has watched
Can only pale to that being, winged and die,
Floating above, with its’ eyes shut.
Was it David, or Solomon, or another wise king
That ordered the circumcision of the pagans?
This person would trust the wives of the pure born
When they are infidels?
Does that matter?
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III. Hymn for the Corrupted
Be still,
He is coming
Cloaked in almighty vengeance
Make a ways for His purposes,
The sackcloth revisited.
A set and numbers
Reach beyond what the mind can comprehend
O Holy One,
Recast your stones
Or give the aslatua.
But daemon
Was interred back.
Midas coveted what he could not,
Lucifer coveted what he could not.
The hare is content with the leaves.
Go back to the warren, little one
The Holy Ghost
Or is but a mantra
Those who know it cannot feel Her
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IV. An Omen
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IV. An Omen
The sky is somewhere crescent and stars….coexist
As many do on Earth
But it is the ones that take the opposite path
The camera glare focuses.
Kings, charlatans, tyrants.
When they ask: “What good is it to live in this world?”
I cannot answer that for you myself.
We have the blues to help us
Not so different from hymns
Even questions of science sometimes want belief
Shame on those that use belief
To attempt to dictate thought
Not there equivocator, for thee has been marked
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V. The Failed Acolyte
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V. The Failed Acolyte
Jesus waited for Barabbas at the edge of the garden.
It was an ultimate act of forgiveness; a first sacrifice.
He defeated all the daemons
Then but the self shrank back.
Universe could not be of the thief, who joined Him in Heaven after crucifixion
Which he washed/watched from Tarshish like Jonah
He went there to steal it.
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VII. An Entrance Revisited
When a man comes into this world
But does not know what is real, what is false,
What is dream, what is reality,
Everything is confused in the infant’s....deluge
Cannot crying from the safety of the warm water
That safety would be your undoing if it was more than nine months
But, in itself, it has given you what it feels like to be protected
And when you lose that, and you will lose that
You can never get it back.
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VII. Ineffable Enigma
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VI. Ineffable Enigma
Το φως είναι ανοιχτώ, αλλά είναι σκούρο δωμεσα.
(The light is on, but it is dark in here).
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VIII: An Exit (Πάντοτε)
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VIII: An Exit (Πάντοτε)
When you go out in this world, in a sense, it is similar to when you come in.
You, like the answer to a young child
Are completely silent, like no one is before you.
Some events and feelings make up our lives.
But we rue those
That we don’t have a chance to change
Permanence is a fallacy.
“Come in, the tea is boiling.
We have a lot to discuss,
My grandson.”
Wisdom of ages.
And when you come out of this world,
Don’t waste it in fear.
Try to pass on your happiness.
It is all we have.
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C.W. Franz Chicago, Illinois
Enterprising poet with a strange taste in music. Butchering everything from folk to musique concrete or something.
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