Poetry

Revolutionary Lines

By Mango Thunderslice

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I Am No Patriot! Nay, I Shun the Nation,

And will Participate in Nobody’s Cuntery.

How Far We Have Fallen, From Those

Brazen Words of Old, Some Satanic Ink and

Paper Claim to Be as Good as Gold.

And Yet, Yea! How Far We’ve Risen,

From These Barbaries of Yore, For Now

The Ink & Paper Supersede the Blood & Gore.

And Little Blinking Lights, Ones & Zeroes in a Code,

Move with Such Ferocity as the Swords of Old.

Power is a Pattern, A Picture of Our Thought, and

A Compelling Imagination is All Anyone Has Got.

From the Vicious Doves of Washington,

To Fake Crowns in Ancient Lands,

To the Paper Sea Where All Roads Run,

Only A Story Stands.

The Story of Our People,

And From Whom We Do Ascend,

A Story Quite Restricting,

A Story to Transcend.

For While It All Seems Random, Willful Truth Unfolds,

Only Seen By Seekers Whose Truth the Iris Holds.

The Truth of Secret Fire, A Pyramid Inside, Whose

Capstone Perceives Everything That Happens

On the Ride. He Who Hears the Voice Within,

And Learns to Listen Still, Shall Have the Gift

That All Men Crave, the Sacred Gift of Will.

He Shall Have No Need of Money, But Easy

Will It Swing, For He Generates the Honey,

Currency of Kings. A Honey of the Mind,

And of the Heart and Soul, Transmuted Through

the Body, Along an Astral Pole, A Silver-bluish

String, that Runs Through Everything:

That Man Shall Be His King Again,

Who Learns To Love To Sing.

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Poetry

VICTORY IS NOW

Victory is Now
by
Mango Thunderslice

The Will is the Cause to every Effect,

The Wheel turns Cogs: they become

a Fact, and the Life you experience

Is the One that you select.

We are all tangled, bound unto a Knot,

Maybe birth’s a Choice, or it could be

Not. Perhaps I don’t remember, or

maybe then I Do, recall that I am

Here, just so I’d meet You.

Time is an illusion, I heard a wise Man tell,

But I found that Alarming, kind of like

a Bell. Memory’s an Echo, resounding

from the Core, an Act we play together

Now and forevermore.

My name is Always changing, None will ever Last,

A state of Mind arranging, Affection from the Past

and as We turn the Future, We let our mirror

Shine our picture on the pavement,

as the Planets dance aligned.

The Heart of all Creation, unfolds the Cosmos still,

We shall return to dust, and thus turn into Will,

and So the Cycle ends, Beginning fresh and

New: and so our sandy Castle,

becomes the Ocean blue.

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