When in the course of human events…
How those words ring in my ears,
Shattered by apathy which consents
To the drawn-out length of years
For which the cowards hand yet reaches.
A fatal course the public steers
Towards desolated beaches (that)
A foundering state-ship beseeches
And, the founding host laments.

That ferocity which shakes
Off the chill of deepest Entropy,
Oh Strife! No place - obtrusive
Where all ways meet,
Come forward friend
Let us see your face.
Heat! cycle reductive
Eternal shifting complete.

They would like to go back and hang Thomas Paine
But they will not erase what the people have seen
The new fourth estate, once awake, shall remain
And the haters of truth face a wry guillotine.

this is the church of ever-dying
wherein we worship what we find
within the breast of the lying,
beast weve come to call mankind

these are the days of wine and roses:
wakeful, we greet the holocaust
and find the point man who reposes
beneath the tree of life we lost

Let us then, oh brothers
revive the pen which burns
away the lie that smothers
all our great laboring earns:
come, for we yet shall conquer
conquer, as we must
visions, moaning that haunt Her*
specters of truth and of lust
old, vain fools, who roll our bones
gamble are we or exercise
and falling 7’s or worse to who owns
our broken lots which we despise
men of the world wherefore sow
those fields now that ye are laid low;
re-educated thyselves, affix anew
all of value hitherto ye knew
the quantity is unimportant
for the means were always lacking
making sullen thy deportment
rough the sea, the state-ship tacking…
thus the movement kept on the defensive
]its claim on the world left to the submissive
the shadow of god it haunts us still
and yet, our children mayhap distill
from the Ghost a supreme will
no ill can sicken nor Want could kill.

*America

Hack your way into the all-kernel
Creative, discharge your energy stores
For whatever you Are - you Were eternal;
There is nothing an attentive Mind ignores.

dark gods concourse within the mind
in worship of the burning pyre
their forms the outer sphere defined
whose compass is thy soul entire.

Long in the tooth i bite
off the hand that feeds
my ancient sense of right
in failing yet succeeds
to knock out the cannon
with relentless self-abandon
purposing ascension
with such immortal deeds.

Inside my heart I learned to shoot;
The vector spaces flow within -
I grow into an endless root
Whose ends predict where I begin.
My fractal nature beareth out
The mysteries of origin
Whose triumph yields itself to doubt
The killing game I cannot win.
The self is thus unmasked by crime
Against the chorus fate defined:
a measure of such matchless rhyme
like that which gives rise to our kind
a seed dropped in the womb of time
or feedback loop the dead call mind.

(all i can give you now are broken faced gargoyles.)

My countrymen just wont wake up
the sleight of hands successful
two party lies withstand the cup:
an over-running cesspool -
that juggernaut
forefathers fought,
we drink the drought
(of lethe) and siege Sevastopol.