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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





♘ Year of The Cavalier ♞

Author's Note: For context regarding this year's predictions from several Feng-Shui Masters, refer to this article > Chinese New Year 2014



Year of The Cavalier


First new moon touches perigee now as Venus goes direct
The time to draw one's bow and aim is over 
No further need to reflect ...

Unless your sign be equine
Then hold your horses still
Though they're champing at the bit
Close the stable door
Or bolt beyond, those broncos will

Wooden Trojan stallion stand silently in wait
Flames of war burning all around 
Can consume at any rate

Reign in thy steed noble knight
From high and haughty saddle
Must thee occasionally dismount
Lead ponies down to water's edge
Let them drink of their own account

Against symbolic windmills, like Don Quijote bravely tilt
Head cavalry through its last heroic hurdle
Upon mustang thy blood spilt!

Image: Don Quijote by Gustave Dore.

Slough It Off!

Slough It Off!


Residual Millennial Anxiety
Obsolete religious piety
Your membership to high society

Unfulfilled lover's passion
Devotion towards fashion
Shopping on impulse, lacking ration

Shameless Selfie Copyist
Fundamentalist versus Atheist
Beef between poorest and wealthiest

Automated Political Affiliation
Imagined perfect nation
Tacit trust in technologic innovation

All this and much more must you slough off
As a serpent sheds it skin.
Do not bow down to greed and sloth —
Only once unleavened can our true work begin.

Travel light like any photon or neutrino;
Break chemical bonds without dis-ease.
Know when to walk away from a table at life's casino.
Learn to listen in silence and find inner peace.

Quietly cut guff
That's quite enough
Just simply, slough it off!

Image: Ouroboros by Zarathus.

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 perfectlyThe Pharmacratic Inquisition.



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.

- I -

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?

- II -

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).

- III -

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 ...

Alive Alone

Alive Alone



Was dead inside without you
Dragging a thousand empty days
No one else here speaks truth
To a pariah lost mid haze

Yet this scoundrel springs eternal
Both nocturnal and diurnal
There's plenty to be said
But let's keep it cryptic instead...

Constant state of rediscovery
Permutations occur in isolation
Island transformed as a sovereign nation
Waylaid by fate on the road to recovery

Eldest redwoods aren't heard falling
Except by a lone Hermit or Hierophant
Everyone else poses questions too elegant
To actually answer their true calling.

So let's break format — forsaking any argument
Being in love with oneself isn't really that appalling;

Advaita!

We are each other after all
And who'll play the gods if not us, lively starling?


Major Arcana - The Hermit

Rubik's Pyramid

Rubik's Pyramid
                                                  
Homo Sapiens — The upright, naked ape.
Most highly evolved sentient organism on Terra Firma.
Prone to childish behavior even in adulthood
(though it's rarely acknowledged or recognized).
Also weighed down by personal phantoms from the past
and the often oppressive forces of social conformity.
Otherwise; embryonic deity that yearns for Actualization:
An accomplished state that might harmonize the star-studded heavens with the living, breathing body of humanity's cosmic isolation.

No childhood without rebirth.
There aren't any skies in the absence of Earth.
Even Jesus descended to hell prior to his resurrection.
There's no transcendence without a sense of direction!

Perspective Analysis

Perspective Analysis

 

We are not the only witnesses 
Nor numen that wades currents
By riversides and oceans
Within a vast, unnamed expanse ...

Though our heads do dash against these stones here on the shore 

Since we can barely help but to think in contradictions 
Gravely unaware of the true scope of our visions
Forgetting that in the big picture relativity dissolves 

Into the reality that opposites don't in fact oppose
Nor do they actually preside as bi-polar compositions
Clear-cut propositions or unchanging absolutes
It is as always, a question of perspective.

Yet there lies the heart and matter of the mystery at hand: 

That when things lose their strictly human meaning 
They quite naturally regain (so to speak)
Their universal truthfulness within the silent mind of One beholder.

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