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All enervated (Where are you, Oh fount) by Darth B'strad
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The Appearances (Hello there mister, keep your shirt on) by Darth B'strad
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the shenanigans (Exhortations of Empire) by Darth B'strad
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The darkness (all inline, all consumed) by Darth B'strad
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The inspiration (raise your hands and let the call come down) by Darth B'strad
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The masterpiece (The glory in it’s workings) by Darth B'strad
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the lights (knowledge and wisdom) by Darth B'strad
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The Penitence (That which taunts) by Darth B'strad
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All was said (none with words) by Darth B'strad
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My Old Tambourine by invot
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All enervated (Where are you, Oh fount)

Posted on August 23rd, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

I seek a fount
of everlasting waters
and never ceasing abundance.
I seek a place
for my soul to be filled,
for the holy to be seen.
I seek the joy
that you can not see with eyes
but that you must search out for.
I long for a sonnet
that will lift every heart
and give that what is needed,
give us our daily bread–
give us our songs of worship.
For in a world that is broken
all have been lost
out in the woods we wander
asking if we will ever see the light again.
We live in a place that has nothing left to offer
except pain and death.
I am enervated,
I have little strength left in me
but there is much in you.
Lend me you will
so that I can see
so that I can give once again.
I have so little left
but there is still much left in you.

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The Appearances (Hello there mister, keep your shirt on)

Posted on August 23rd, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

Here is the mark we need to make
it doesn’t matter if we actually make it
we just need to look like it.
There’s the number we need to reach
and we’re going to reach it!
We’ll get to that breach in the wall
We’ll make sure of it,
but for now, we just need the numbers.
For it’s all just that number
and that’s all you are to us–
just nine digits,
and in the end of all things
we’ll stamp it on your head.
Scan it all into the cruncher
and it will pop out our goals
all that you are to be
we will calculate
and tell you who you are to be.
Keep the sidings painted
and the weeds pulled
but we’ll pay no attention to the cracks
in our foundation.
Because we can.

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the shenanigans (Exhortations of Empire)

Posted on August 23rd, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

Cracks growing
cracks apparent
cracks ignored.
They see what they wish
and they do what they wish.
There is no thought
there is no laughter
only what is in planning–
and more planning
for what is to be ignored.
“I have a dream”
“Ask not what your country can do for you
but what you can do for your country.”
“We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men were created equal.”
“Yes we can!”
All in exhortation–
all in empire
all are shenanigans.
They cover over what you will not see,
they make a fool of what is,
they tell you things that were not.
As if we knew it all!
As if we had all knowledge in our hands,
but yet you still can’t count the stars
or the sands on the sea shore.
You have only counted up fifty
and expect that it will be enough,
but each one is but a grain of sand.
But we have waited a long time
over two thousand years
with less than eight thousand to go
in these last days.
So let them say their exhortations–
their shenanigans–
and let us who see
love until our days are numbered.

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The darkness (all inline, all consumed)

Posted on August 21st, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

one by one
they walked into the shower
that delivered a gas
rather than water.
one by one
they were taken to an oven
to be made to ash
to be made to dust
to be made disposable.
That which they had dreamed of
had been ended by a simple command–
a simple star
had marked they that
had been chosen to be made
the examples to the empire.
with an eagle as their symbol
they marched on
taking all they could
because they had
God on their side.
with no remorse
they kept the ovens
behind closed doors
and said the smell
was just a rat in their midst.
They hunted down the Jews
just as the Jews are hunting down
their undesirables.
You ask how such things could happen?
take a close look at that flag you support
and ask what is the real difference?

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The inspiration (raise your hands and let the call come down)

Posted on August 21st, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

Shouting it out
making a booming call
voices rising
hands waving
hearts pounding
sun setting
lights lifting
rocks shifting
song heard
lives changed
love given
love accepted
men restored
women rested
all being made new
as they picked up stones
and threw him out back
he looked up
and he saw the son of man
coming to him
and I await that place

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The masterpiece (The glory in it’s workings)

Posted on August 21st, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

Call forth and say “let it be!”
Out of the word becomes existence
out of the spirit it takes from
out of the hunger they are made human.
In groaning pains
we understand the speaker
the one who gave the word.
For the soul is a creation of man
but the body is a creation of the painter
who made us not to be worshiped
but to worship Him who paints.
For we, who are beings of creation,
do not have the ability to understand
the strokes of the paint brush
but yet we can still see how He paints.
The painting is going on all around us
it keeps on moving and changing
as we change with it.
Yet we have caught ourselves up
not with being human but with being gods.
We have decided that we do not need existence
but that we need to be the painter.
We stacked up stones
trying to reach heights that we think we should
obtain, that we think that we should own.
But even as our stones fall,
He still painted a way out for us
He still spoke a new path into existence
He still made repentance possible
when the painter, when the speaker
when the word became flesh
when existence became reality
When He said “it is finished”

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the lights (knowledge and wisdom)

Posted on August 21st, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

he is a man
who walks the thin red line
and brings forth realities
from a simple thought
a simple sequence
that takes what is normal
and makes it into what is great.
he takes the will
that was placed in him
to show the glory
that isn’t seen amongst
thous that do not know him.
he says things in the crowd
in such a way
that only the person who he chooses
to understand, will understand.
he is cunning
he is brave
he keeps his heart calm
in the mists of the gallows–
but even in that moment
you knew, i knew,
that it was the hardest thing for him.
To let go of the control
to stand up there
and with his eyes
you could see the emotion
you could see in that penny
hinging down from his neck
and you could hear it in his voice–
he is a man
who cares for us
and i should have listened more to him.
he is a friend, a brother
a man that i will live my life out with.

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The Penitence (That which taunts)

Posted on August 20th, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

As I tuned the blind eye
and just keep on believing in that which
wouldn’t be allowed to fit.
As I clung to the fatted calf
that wasn’t intended to be made
for my feast, my path in life.
I let it take my soul to the depths of the grave
and still didn’t learn my lesson.
I walked out that day
with my face painted white
trying to hide what was written on my eyes
trying to mask what was an elephant
that was all too apparent to see
that I had the sad eyed lady of the lowlands
written on my heart–
turning my heart black from the inside out
but I wouldn’t allow myself to see it.

The jackal pulled up his wired chair
and I sat on it
as he made his tricks
and convinced me of my pain.
Till finally– he took the crown of thorns
and in placing it on my head
he tried so hard to make me think that they
were not thorns at all.
He certainly ran fast when he realized
that I wasn’t going to be his puppet
and gave up on the charge
even though there was nothing there for him
in the first place.
The queen of diamonds tried to make me her slave–
taking all that she could get
and not caring one bit of the people around her.
She came back over the bridge
even though it was raining
and I could have sworn that I just knew
that she was changing things around–
but yet it still came down to a damn feline!
And her heart is only ruled by herself.

Luck, for some reason, is just bad on these days–
perhaps I still don’t understand what I doing here,
or maybe I just still need to be reminded
so that I don’t get too hard headed.
I had plotted it all out
one year ago–
I don’t know why I didn’t go though with it.
As I slept through the storm
the flashes of light struck close to home
and woke me from my slumber
made me realize that I had been living in the dreamland.
But even while the rain fell– while the tears fell
I could still see the rainbow
piercing it’s way through the clouds
saying yet again
there is still hope in a world that is all lost.
While Hades laughs and grins at me
telling me to give in to him–
I stand back and demand
it’s life and life only.

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All was said (none with words)

Posted on August 19th, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

I’ve seen that look before,
and there’s just too much being said there
with her eyes fixed on things she’s trying to work out.
We didn’t say anything
we didn’t have to–
we were just being who we were
and just left all the rest unsaid.
Did that really mean anything?
Or was it just a letting out of emotion?
I guess neither of us could be all that certain–
but then again, things don’t really add up here
and certainly her attitude has changed slightly.
So just let the music say what you can’t put into words
and allow things to just be as they are.
Nothing has really changed
it all just keeps on progressing
and what will become of all the things present
is just not for us to see.
But He has His plans set
and things are moving accordingly–
for what is to be,
even He wouldn’t say.
For He allows for choices to move forward
and allows for you to accept
or to spit at Him.
None could tell of how He choose to make word flesh
but yet it became so
for the painter to take part in the painting
and the maker to be made.
So if such things are beyond us
then what is for us to say what will be?
Just let peace into your heart
and know that things will come when they are right.

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My Old Tambourine

Posted on August 18th, 2010 by invot.
Categories: Music, Comedy.

from a young age, you knew what it means
to love like the sires
and love like the thieves
a heart that erased memories
writes time blank,
scattered, incomplete

In the past days, you knew what it means
to laugh with your friends
and to cry there with me
suddenly there was no harmony
You wrote me plundered,
a liar and a cheat

But I would travel in your band
playing my old tambourine,
And I would travel in your van
singing a new harmony

tell me, where did you find that guitar?
Where’d you learn the songs that you sing?
It all seems to me so bizarre
that I have no-one to thank,
for what means the most to me

But I would travel in your band
playing my old tambourine,
And I would travel in your van
driving you safe while you sleep

there’s no other place where I belong
I want to live inside that song
take me away from all I know
Though I can’t stay, it’s where I go
there’s no other place where I belong
memories lost of what went wrong
what else could we need to know
I want to live inside the show

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