Elpis

The best Lack more than conviction The best Lack all hope & discernment How has it come 2 this? How is it that we are so content 2 sidestep rotting corpses & wallow en shit? © The Herder 20Nineteen

A Song of the Sex Divine

From the moonlit depths of her sorrowful eyes, He drinks the Light of an etheric River Her pink lips are his sacrament Her ravishing hips are his tabernacle Her Womanhood, his altar Heav’n & Hell; Earth & Sea, They take their leave As he takes her,                eats her, & revels sumptuously En […]

Not 4saken (en 20Nineteen)

Lyres gilt w/ kaumarya leaf, Accompanied by a peacock’s conceit, Pierce the barricades of a hindering darkness Whereby revealed is the flicker of an occulted light Whence crows, en sackcloth, take whispery flight That is the moment The crown of woe is w/drawn The very moment u realise U are NOT 4saken; Ganga’s shimmering flow […]

At the Foot of Vishnu

If we are 2 believe the daily post      believe the nihilistic blue byrds And their destructive, Life-negating chirps Then we have chosen And, alas, chosen poorly     chosen 2 exalt our beastly natures And bring 2 heel our fairest Angels Lest we glimpse our blood-stained shackles Lest we count our bags of gold and yearn 4 […]

L’America

Welcome 2 L’America Welcome 2 the Progressive Plantation Home of Wallace & Byrd Where gender, skincolor, & sexual orientation Dictate thought & speech Don’t stray now, Joe Don’t wander off There’s a lot of cane 2 cut & cotton 2 pick Be a good boy & keep those shackles nice & tight That painted grin […]

At-one-ment (4 20Eighteen)

En the year of the Heretic* En the year of Ganga’s Descent En the year of the Wolf-Skin At-one-ment beckons So, Keep still! Keep still And you are bound 2 feel (At the base of your spine Where Sri Ganesh lies content) Her sharp, pitch-black claws So, Keep Still! Keep still And you are bound […]

Arose

En this post-modern age Of the Iron Clockwork Of the social, political charade Of the heart coarsen’d by hate The contraction of man’s most degenerate impulse Is a grievous, involuntary response Post-modern man, He works so hard 2 be a destroyer of all-things That happen 2 reside outside his experience, Beyond the reach of his […]

Declaration and Demands

[Seated At A Cherrywood Desk En His Uncle’s Tuscan Villa, The Divine Messenger Puts His Bamboo Quill 2 A Blank Sepia Page. En A Writing Vox, Born Of Love And Courage, He Authors A Declaration And Then A Litany Of Demands On The Present World And Its Amoral Pantheon.] WE choose 2 not defile our […]

The Dawn

A crack en the veneer, We so carefully crafted, Reveals a wasteland once hidden Behind the ramparts of our vanity’s shame A wasteland where We are neither kind Nor generous 2 ourselves A wasteland where Brutes dig en their heels and Shadows dwell And the only Hell Is the Hell we make! {Two-Beat Pause} A […]