The Tangent Dream Of The New-Age Scorpion

I. TANGENCY

CON-descending Lullabies

PRO-tracts unto the counter measure of design

ANTI-trust collaborates itself apart—in a metric reclusion

IN-vested by doppelgangers, the ever hungry thirsts the truth

Where only OUT-bound principles coagulate in exaggeration

Proving that greed and supremacy are both equally capable to OVER-whelm, OVER-riding even the most pure of minds.

TRY TO FIND A HOME!!!

Sycophantic and alone

Chrysanthemums atop invisible bone

II. SMITTEN LIENS

She’s got me all tied up

She’s got me whole

She’s got me to the point

That no one else will do…

To where no one else could ever know

The consistency of deviltry entangled deep inside

She’s got me tied up in a mercury apron

Magnetically pronged by unquenchable tines

There’s a weather shift. It’s shaving back the sirens,

Casting disgrace upon the prophets lost

In that (some) other place, where (some) different crimes,

Caustically taint what grows on sinewy vines…casually commingling beneath this vagrant moon

She’s drawn me in, like a candle does the wind

She’s dragged me through, both the mire and the blame

Whittling away the hours and the cold of afternoon, crafting an otherworldly scene…where a sense of withdrawn eyes remains—housed in sham—caressed by the lonely shroud that is a mind detained

With intense feelings—harbored thoughts grow uncovered—

Reflections unravel into mindsets we oft deem forever lost—

Entrapped, encrusted, upon a web of fluctuating light—transforming shadows into abandoned works of art, ever dangling from gaudy structures that bleed divine—

Now knotted, twisting awry, now dwindling…the snaps that turn askew—leaving me unknowing, what next my heart should do—warping all the wisdom, engraving each a hue that’s yet accrued…where each variance of color can only be found within her…in those kaleidoscopic eyes of paintings unexplored.

III.  FLOODED GATES OF CORAL

Nasty skein—wooden cage—comfort blanket, doused in saline—and the board retracts, as the crowd looks on, waiting for the final hook, (one) for the last breath to breathe upon

IV. FUTURE IN DECLINE

Amidst a future in faltered frame

Amidst a frantic amalgam of extraneous design—

Bearing fruits for the witch and warlock—itching, pining, for more and more

Waving their wands, sprouting smoke, contorting piranha

Whereas the amberjack calmly swim beside the sharks

In synchronized waters—blue yet black not quite red…as often the case can become—when observance becomes analysis before the sinking mixture delves through pore

And what time may soon one day become—the theories of the skeptics may also arise—giving back, only the finality of applause

V.  NOVELTY OF THE WHITEST FLAG

Disreputable, white flag unclean—Dingy little mutt, sniffing out where the waves drew back from

Unwavering, courage placates the deepest dream—A comatose refugee breathes new life—anaesthetizing the air that dwells deep within

Worlds… adrift in slumber—are fleeting now—away…departing from…unbecoming shades of green…residues that shan’t move…while yet the consumption continues—as is true in most realms dreamers often go— leaving only substandard effectiveness and varicosity of growth

VI.  BASTARDIZATION OF TASTE 

Ignorance. It commands the faith of soldiers—polarized by the egotist’s unconscious scream—the orders engineer amnesty for the swollen templates fed to swine—this is the sketch that is left outdoors at night.  This is the torn-out page, from those books our children color from.

It is much easier to commandeer a jackal at dawn, when stardust has yet repealed the lid of eye. It is much harder to stave off the apocalypse, if the flesh remains a proper distance from well done.  Soured certainly…yet edible to none

VII. CONCLUSION (IF SO TERMED)

Spearheading the charge is the overarching romantic. Ignorant of the indemnity that tyranny speaks and spreads about.

Equally blinded are the swarms of anarchy that seem so fittingly applied to an individualistic state where pegs appear disjointed and mangled alone—it is in these moments, within such proclamations of spirit, that wholeness is bludgeoned by exhausting treasons—fears cast about internally—so easily slung about in epochs such as ours—

What a pity, truly…

To daydream of the sky,

While holed up deep inside

Remains entombed the light…where to go, what to do…

…?

A Fairy Tale Rightfully Unpronounced

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I.

There are some fairy tales purposely forgotten

Masked scabbard of the Interferon

Embark me now! Harken deep!

Pincers, heather-gray

residing, in the chaos

of the fay

The scope, the breadth—

freshest are the forceps of

wealth, so forcibly inhaled

Squeeze play…last to first

Squeezing…intensely

Rein in the misgiven logic

harness the bit displayed

bridle order, offer reprieve

To a day, unbeknownst, but veritably

In a somatic state of disarray—

        

II.

Covet the uniform less distinguished

than the dignity displayed so prominently upon the crest

One must love

before they hate

         One must hate

         before they can love

each,

alone,

flawed and frayed—

destitute and drowning-in

a parabola of valor

         affixed and spent

         dignified only

by the wash and wring

In-together

refined in the rough edges met/completely

blent/a merger into one—mixing free—to

a place once lost by me

III.

Music is built upon the foundation of every emotion we possess.  We should carefully consider what melodies possess us full.

No longer have we become isolated

no longer has the interlocutor lost his tongue

proscription, no longer in mask or shaded by

the fear of what is laced within belief—

                          

The opposition grows unbearable

we, haunt the fragments that cluster

in despair—in perilous decree—

then, will understand, will see….

all that is alive in the make-belief

world of inspiration found in song

IV.

There are some things we should never wish for or openly accept without dutiful consideration.

Go back forward

thirsting greater

whet for the knowledge never meant to sate—

hidden amidst the decorations are the words

and agility— of thousand-year-old invisible men

Where ginger henpecks snarl forth

and exaggerated bindings scoff retorts

Where scarlet footfalls shed flaked skin

to dais—ever raising until

gone by

to the sounds

of sepulchral tones

fade…

faded…

fading still…until

awake you grow

resurrected

from your bed—

 of pebbles, topping boulders of stone

V.

The bronzed veil of the squandered dove

attracts our prey and walls the dam

from cracks that call…

Erosion marks,

plated tint

fireflies….alive in glint

yet such a flash, bears the seeds—

That correlate the actions of fessing men—

directing us to the locations where

Attributions are all but lost—

where even the squalors flee

this pathetic excuse for symphony

Enter the hyperstatic repository

built upon the domino’s gradated sweetener

and force-fed mortar—by the shaking hands of tankards

alive, if only to cozen the salivation out from within…

pip to pip it effectively simulates a contagion effect

Burbling are the salivary dreams—

Of cuticles brittle, where bristling trumpets signify

the aloof designs for higher power

Impossibly vacant, yet acting out…

solely to manufacture a reason for

assembling….

A sacrificial toolkit, intent on discovering

the phantasms hovering, closely, near

Where candor has played second fiddle to cowardice…

Now. Vis-à-vis, brazen impudence stutters naught—

boldly affronting the dignity dishonored by such weakening

strife’s…

VI.

If vision is the object of your desire, then sight

shall presently appear…

But be forewarned

you may not won’t like

the images you are now to see!

The reavers are coming—

reapers and raiders, cannibalistic kin—

rising, continuously, from infernal abeyancy

The reavers are coming! The reavers are coming!

to purge both blessed and cursed,

to remind all and every

their scourge and bane

Ensconced abrasions quickly form,

from sentient pockmarks to boils forged

The reavers are here

to burn the bridges built up high

The reavers are coming  

Please pray and hide

Until the strong and proud live freely unafraid,

The results you see will remain the same

Until the worst in man can come out,

To produce the true fear buried deeply south

The reavers will come and seek man out

The ferel beasts will not relent

They’ll destroy without regret,

producing widows and widowers

along their seditious course

The youth are spared,

yet only so the scars can breathe

the foul memory

of their death to come

The reavers have never been defeated

never a casualty to claim

they come and crush

and rattle calm

they brutalize the damned

but bow naught their heads

for the countless innocent’s

they’ve also slain

VII. 

The Final Act is always the most disappointing

Eradication begins….

         when we wedlock our sins

Masked scabbard of the interferon

save me now…

         for I’ve lived a thousand years

                  and, as one might surmise,

                           the years have not been kind.

         I’ve never had to beg

                  so please do not make me now

Bear me my golden veil

         for without,

I fear

this reign

will be short-lived

12

Music, whether loud or quiet, subtle or strong accompanies everyone on their individual journeys.  Like faithful pets, your songs attune themselves to your consciousness, thus ears transform, to that of those, verily trained.

Subtleness of bass-lines undercut the stagnancy of atmospheric current

I.              Lion of Nemea- STEP ONE

When presented an impossible task, one must extend themselves beyond familiar zones of comfort, acknowledging alternative paths to solvency.  One must accept that the Gods are watching.  Finally, one must be prepared to overcome the obstacles set forth by the divine, and must be humble enough to accept assistance in those circumstances that demand as such.

II.           Hydra of Lerna- STEP TWO

The Hero must be cognizant of the realization that deathblows do not guarantee the heart’s beating to cease.  For our enemies will cast poison unto the air as they persist in thrashing the fluidity of momentum.  One must act instinctively, accept the aid of lesser men and adapt to regenerative tactics of the prey.  The hero must not stand in wonder of situational absurdity.  That which is a constant, may double in resolve, multiplying with each severed blow.  The test of the true warrior is the ability to combine the strengths and the weaknesses of one’s enemies, into one’s own, combinatory subsets of possibility.  Those very traits that thwart your every assail, may be the very characteristics inherently linked to your own victory and subsequent parade.

III.         Cerynitis STEP THREE

Heroes must display patience and poise.  They must respect the swiftness at which challenges develop.  It is paramount to hold one’s eagerness in check, for the hero who pursues their beast, despite the magnitude of distance, will either find their opponent in restless slumber or realize that patience outlasts haste, in every intellectual game of skill or chance.  The Champion must also acknowledge that there are forces in this universe that may, and most likely will, convene upon your methods and reasoning, for or against one’s own behalf.  He/she should remain humble and speak words of truth, to which the divinity may interject, perhaps absolving you of any sins that may have been accrued through competition.

IV.          The Boar of Mount Erymanthos STEP FOUR

Although primitive rage may mask the appearance of casual unwind, the champion must act accordingly.  Certainly a feat performed can win accolades from the wandering eye, yet accepting that your pursuers are but misjudged in stateliness, will perhaps, prevent a vengeance bubbling beneath retreating limbs.  As for the challenge in itself, a hero must use every accommodation at their dispose.  Nature is a fine weapon when skilled minds design the trap or ploy.

V.            Stable Boy STEP FIVE

Time limits often cloud the path.  A hero shouldn’t allow pride, of person, of lineage, to hinder his/her completion of the task at hand.

VI.          The Birds of Lake Stymphalia STEP SIX

Bronzed beaks and feathers metallic sharp, deadly from above, poisonous from below.  Favored by the God of War, the ramifications that surround victory, must weigh the Hero’s heart for sure.  Sometimes it’s best to not concern oneself with aftermaths and situations yet to arrive.  The willingness of useful assistance is reinforced, and distraction then becomes the Hero’s master plan.  To distract your opponent, is to concoct a paralytic effect, from which point plucking is as easy as the skill of aim aligned, from eye to hand, from hand to bow, from bow to arrow, from arrow to target.

VII.       Cretan Bull STEP SEVEN

Proud papa wrecks havoc amongst the shadows of villagers, damned to it’s every pass through underdeveloped and unfortunate of lands.  Wild animals are not meant for capture; yet a beast must be safely deterred from inhabiting certain plots of earth.  The Hero must swallow his pride, or else unique difficulties certainly may arise.  Do not be disappointed if your homage to the Gods is shunned aside, never answered, despite your level of devoutness and pools of tears collected since your prayer began. 

VIII.     The Mares of Diomedes  STEP EIGHT

Gruesome tales unknown, Podagras, Lampon, Xanthos and Deinos, wild mares uncontrollable by man, were released from their golden manger, unleashing their madness upon humanity.  The Hero must do his research and not accept the easiest solution simply because it is the path of least resistance.  If things look too easy, they typically are either traps or conceal the workings of much larger forces currently in-waiting, roving the shadows, until opportunity arises.  Researching is a key to keeping surprise at bay; otherwise your missions will be pointless, and therefore increasing difficulty to complete, as you are also allowing the possibility for senseless damage to occur, to yourself or those innocents you are warded to protect.  If the Hero encounters beasts that devour flesh, using intellect over brute force, will teach you to tie the mouth shut, disabling the beasts ability to feast.

IX.          The Girdle of Hypolyta STEP NINE

All is not what appears.  Friends that turn without warning are often chameleons or devils in disguise.  Best act swiftly, setting sail at soonest tide.

X.            The Cattle of Geryon STEP TEN

Watchdogs must become blind for the quest divine.  The Hero must remember what useful tools they’ve amassed throughout each of their trials, tribulations and from the experience life itself has imparted upon one’s soul.

After completing the tasks you’ve been told, be prepared for stipulations and fine print.  This will occur incrementally, and when it does, doubling intensity under a cloud, one you will not notice until the smoke has risen to the sky, thus making the hero’s quest improbable to perfect.

XI.          The Apples of the Hesperides STEP ELEVEN

The Hero, nearing his journey’s end, must consider every option available.  He/she may have to accept the advice of shape-shifters or accept direction from those variably invisible to the eye.  The Hero must resort to trickery of his/her own, making promises he/she rationally cannot keep, all to hold up the world and increase the likelihood of a successful journey.  Or perhaps another lesson:  in order for the Hero to obtain the “apple” of his quest, he/she must have the will power to overcome temptation and seduction, while simultaneously utilizing these traits to their own advantage.

XII.       In Hades STEP TWELVE

The Hero must travel to depths uninviting.  He/she must face his or her greatest fear, venturing into darkness, which was never thought possible before.  Death is the mask that comprises the opposite symbol to life and to travel to a land of death is to depart from one’s own life, albeit temporarily.  The fear is alive and the longer one stays in such abhorrent domains, he or she will certainly forget about life itself.  It is in this place where the hero tempts the lull of the dark.  If not composed of the utmost traits, obsidian will undoubtedly surround you at every step, rendering one paralyzed by fear’s seductive touch. 

The Hero must use every ounce of the endurance they’ve accrued, to their benefit; otherwise the hero will not succeed.  He/she must be able to solve the final riddle, whilst under the overwhelming pressure of finality.   To displace an enemy from their backyard, is to disorient, to deceive each villain, in a way that confuses their own existence for that of something strange, making an unsolvable riddle, which they can no longer answer in such a condition.  Produce your courage, produce your resiliency, be the Hero and reward you will receive.

Ten plus two equals Immortality.

An Immortality that cannot be denied

Even when the sacrifice supplied is your very own.

There are links between programs and myth

There are differences, between fantasy and life

There are conundrums everywhere, everyday

There are countless Gods to thank

Yet most choose just one

And to that one, we lay thanks

As we beg to be empowered

With the gift of spiritual strength

Steel strings join the bass

Upping tempo

Rising beat.

Everyone has his or her own theme song

A soundtrack beyond control

Yet we can always choose not to listen

When we don’t like the voices heard