Bah, Humbug! (An Xmas Anti-Poem)

Author's Note: For information on the Pagan roots of Christmas, this brief but insightful article is recommended: The Shamanic Origins of Christmas.

Or, for a more in-depth and very eye-opening look, this documentary spells it out perfectly: The Pharmacratic Inquisition.

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Bah, Humbug! (An Xmas Anti-Poem)

Hum·bug (noun):
1. Something intended to delude or deceive.
2. The quality of falseness or deception.
3. A person who is not what he or she claims or pretends to be; an impostor.
4. Something devoid of sense or meaning; nonsense: a humbug of technical jargon.

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You see, Santa's just another version of the man in the sky;

A magical equation on which they bank for us to buy.

Despite crisis and recession — let childhood desires fly!

Long-standing tradition isn't something we question, why?

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Because the unthinking parent offering their offspring to that secular idol at the mall isn't really doing it for the youngster (who'd be better off given proper guidance) BUT to satisfy their own inner child.

They repeat a cycle of indoctrination into Capitalist customs: Preparing another generation of consumers for dwindling resources (which could run out before we realize it).

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Keep going, it's fine

This world has always been thus

Overbrimming with stupidity

Without shortage of cupidity

Keep towing party line

Present is blessed as future cussed

The dead are unaccountable

For their Humbug, insurmountable!

Image: The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come ...

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Capitalist Cult of The Car

"Buy this car to drive to work;

Drive to work to pay for this car." ~ from Hand$hake$ by Metric

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Capitalist Cult of The Car

You wake up early everyday
To commute to a faraway place
Which for all intents and purposes
Could best be described as:
"The Height of Tedium".

You climb the corporate ladder
High enough to afford a new vehicle
The company cafeteria offers donuts
And co-workers congratulate you
With warm welcoming smiles.

That's how we here survive
While economies elsewhere take a dive.
Feeling blue? Fill the tank up for a drive!
Another war wins fuel for us to thrive
Don't think, just work — from nine to five.

Not sure whether or not evolution
Would have wanted it this way?
Repetitive stress makes a fine mess
Within this vicious cycle of duress
But whatever the case, dress to impress!

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Axis Mundi (Mythic May Vol. 10)

"History is ending because the dominator culture has led the human species into a blind alley, and as the inevitable chaostrophie approaches, people look for metaphors and answers ... what we need is a new myth, what we need is a new true story that tells us where we're going in the universe and that true story is that the ego is a product of pathology ..." 

~ Terence McKenna

Read the whole article HERE.

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Axis Mundi

Oh Enkidu — lead us lost humans

Back to those ancient forests

Beyond these cities' woes

Mankind be won by nature!

For we've seen from space

The damage we're wreaking

Upon Gaia's gorgeous face

A virus threatens humanity's place

Our technology ought to be wed

To the ecology, 'til all are fed

So that we might learn by analogy

The actual function of spiritual symbology

As it stands, nothing is sacred

Virgin mother desecrated, splayed naked

How can anything evolve in isolation?

Mistaken domination brings about damnation!

Lo Enkidu — we humans verge on extinction

There's not enough identifying (only distinction)

Poetry is powerless to move

People who refuse to improve.

Image: Gilgamesh mourning his friend and equal, Enkidu (who was created by the gods to help him).

Further Readings:

Mythic May 2012

Mythic May 2010

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Black Flag - Obsidian Eagle

Black Flag - Obsidian Eagle

The Bald Eagle of your forefathers has come to represent

Those exploitative and treacherous oligarchs in the White House.

Stars their military might; Stripes are but bars locking society tight.

Banks act as cathedrals for Capital:

Dollar, Pound and Euro are its Eucharists.

Stock brokers and lenders? A priesthood of vendors!

So take to the streets and fly black banners high —

Remind them that Revolution is a thorn at their side >

Freedom is as good a reason as to why many have died.

This darkest of Eagles shall soar with you then

Anarchic flags its feathers upon the wind...

They would have our wills bend, but we Will focus like Zen!

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Cosmic Clock Strikes Eleven

Cosmic Clock Strikes Eleven

At last it's high time to accept

That the Gregorian calendar centered around a mythic Christ

And whose holy dates were superimposed onto Pagan rites

Has put us out of phase with our planet as well as all else

Supermoon at perigee
Signified an era's end
NASA spotted exploding galaxy
Coincidence or portend?

Every day another cataclysm
As the countdown grows intense
Increased consciousness a catalyst
But will it ever bear us hence?

Blister packed sedation
Dystopic governments push on
Flawed Capitalist equation
When shall we witness brave new dawn?

Pluto renders elder powers inept
Yet it makes for a most morbid zeitgeist
Fires, floods, and pandemics (to name a few blights)
Only fallen angels are fit to tread through these fell hells...

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