Friday, March 4, 2011

A little De/composition

I bought the book "De/compositions" by W.D. Snodgrass (ISBN 1-55597-317-5) at a convention back in 2003.  I am glad I still have it after all I have been through and that I had the author sign it for me.  I have read many of the poems I had never read before and Snodgrass' de/compositions of these famous works.

Here is one of those de/compositions; a de/composed version of Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden


Musée des Mals Arts

How well they comprehended, the Old Masters,
The situation of Mankind's disasters,
Which come to pass while others eat and talk,
How when the old are reverently waiting 
For Jesus' birth, there must be children skating
Upon a pond beside a frozen wood - 
Children who thought the change might not be good.
Further, Old Masters always understood
That martyrdom and torture like as not
Take place in some ill-lighted, cluttered spot
Where beasts endure their troubles, try to ease
Their ills and quite ignore men's agonies.

In Brueghel's Icarus, all things turn away
From the catastrophe: The ploughman may
Have heard the splash and the forsaken cry
But didn't really care; the sun on high
Still lit those legs that fell into the green
Bay water while the ship that must have seen -
How strange!  a person plunging from the sky -
Needing to get someplace, sailed calmly by.


The original by W. H. Auden

Musée des Beaux Arts
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

An Ode To The New Age Ascended Masters

O' Wonderful, O' Joy
to sip on a galactic latte
and nibble on a steaming butter scone
as you tickle my arse with a feather
held aloft by a lemurian Faerie
riding an atlantean unicorn!

I feel myself ascending
higher, ever higher
entering the Fifth Dimension
my DNA spontaneously transforming into triple helix
in every cell of my body
becoming one with Ashtar
I AM!

Chehala of the Olympics
and Shayla are revolving
all through my seventh chakra
knowing all is nothing
there is no right or wrong
just what feels good
in my gut

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Is It My Fault?

Is it my fault?
That you do not listen
That you make the wrong choices
Is that my fault?
That you sought to kill me
Or you ask the wrong questions
Is it really my fault?

Is it my fault?
That you would rather do nothing
That you prefer an illusion
Is that my fault?
That you think you know me better than I do
That you cling to stale interpretations of wisdom
Is it really my fault?

It is my fault?
That you celebrate my birthday from a previous lifetime
On the day someone else was was born
Is that my fault?
That you give each other presents
And often forget me on this holiday
Is it really my fault?

Is it my fault?
That you keep repeating the same lie
Because it made some sense, some time ago
Is that my fault?
That you are better at doubting than believing
Proficient at making excuses
Is it really my fault?

Is it my fault?
You are so hostile, sarcastic and defiant
Hold onto conclusions that suit your model
Is that my fault?
That you decided against me
When I told you time would run out
Is it really my fault?

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Three Armenian Pigs

Three Armenian Pigs, three Armenian pigs,
See how they run, see how they run,
Their father knew who killed O.J.'s wife,
They enhanced their looks with a surgeon's knife,
Did you ever see such a
glamorous life,
As
three Armenian pigs?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Lest I forget Caroline Cat Girl...

composed August 21, 2010

At last, I found Caroline Cat Girl
As striking as a necklace of fine pearl
I helped her when she lost her wallet
Just being friendly is what I would call it
Did she notice there was something about me?
That I drank coffee but not tea
She is beautifully mysterious these days
In her mysteriously beautiful ways
She comes into town once a while
She has the tell-tale wedge-mouth smile
She attracts so much attention
From the cat boys I will not mention
She pleases us like a flower in full bloom
Your boyfriend is in the same room!
She types feverishly on her laptop
I wonder what she can do with a lollipop
She talks to her family on her cellphone
Verily she will reap what she has sewn
Her wit can cut like a knife
She told him wolf pairs will mate for life
I can see her perky tits and firm butt
Want to eat her glazed doughnut
Caroline, you would break my life into pieces
Is that what you have planned for Jesus?


Well you should see Caroline Cat
She's so good looking when she stares at me like that
Well you should see her in bed
I know that I am not dead
Yes you should see Caroline Cat

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get a dose of her in sandals and blouse
She knows the lion is nothing like a mouse
She's the kind of a girl
That makes your irises swirl
Yes you could say she was attractively built

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sunday, December 12, 2010

From my tricorder...

composed on August 7, 2010
Infrared was cool
But Bluetooth has replaced it
Can you see me now?

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Heard This One Before?

from June 18, 2010

Jesus Krishna sat on a wall.
Jesus Krishna had a great fall.
And no one cared.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Deafening Silence

from April 30, 2010

I said I would command God's Finger
And there would not be a sound
And when it came down out of the sky
All I heard was a deafening silence
Just before that
Muhammad arrived
As I said he would
To watch the parade that floated by
A prophesy as bold as any that has been told
And when I bowed toward him
He responded with a deafening silence
Five months later when I put my Dad in his place
As I predicted I would
His irises instantly changed color
Without resorting to a taser
He glared back at me with a deafening silence
When I awoke from the dream
With the dot on my cheek
I remember
My sister in the doorway and her maniacal stare
Her response to my story
Was a deafening silence
Talking about my car at
Coit Tower's lookout
I sensed someone behind me
Rosemary!
The ugly version of Imelda Marcos
A shape-shifter
And a lunatic
Just like my sister
The most disgusting thing on two legs
Was recording me with a Treo phone
Chewing on something with a disdainful glare
When I looked back and mimicked her grimace
She walked off
In a deafening silence
Twice and again in the hallway
The curse showed up
Unannounced
Each time I spoke she was frozen in place
Enveloped in a deafening Silence
You jabbed me in the ribs when I wanted to talk
And looked at me in a deafening silence
Christmas time
A party for the residents
We stared at each other in a deafening silence
“It's nice” you said and
I replied “Good!”
And I awaited your next line
You shook as though your life was about to end
I wondered why in our deafening silence
You found me below the ballerina clown
What could I say?
I had seen you before
I talked about the magnetic attraction of the car
We shook hands
In a deafening silence
I know you tried to cook me alive
When I finally emerged
The cameras caught me accuse with my stare
Your response deafening and silent
I blew you a kiss and you ran past and around
I thought you would say something
Because you are so good with words
But all I heard was a deafening silence
I motioned you over from my balcony
I waited in the coffee shop
So close and yet so far away
Is that all I get?
A Deafening Silence?
God is still talking to us?
Do you know what He said?
Why is it then
When I came to see the solid versions
Of the decade old pictures
You waddled away
Deafening. Silent.
While eating chips and salsa
I thought you looked familiar
You leaned toward me
I think that meant something
But all I could hear
Was a deafening silence
Flash bulbs popping
In the ritzy esplanade
I had to ask someone whom they had seen
You call that an offer?
Was that just a joke?
Without saying a word
I cannot interpret
Your deafening silence
Did you want to say something?
You certainly caught my eye
Anyone can talk to anyone else
In that public place
What your stare meant
I still have no idea
Could someone please translate
The deafening silence?
Call me if you can go
But you made other plans
You had transformed into my wife
Then divorced me the very next day
Of course I got mad
You hardly know me
So I left you there in your deafening silence
Your dog seemed to like me
And you didn't even know about
My history with dogs
You looked so cute
Sitting on the floor
With your unbroken look and deafening silence
More than your brother
More than your buddy
I could tell you get it
As you nodded at me in the deafening silence
It bit me on the thigh
Swelled and deflated
Then ceased to exist
In the Southern twilight
Deafening
Silence
Your words changed by themselves
Words and strokes
Added and removed
But the rest of the world seemed not to notice
They see me
Completely unaware
All their responses are deafening and silent
They took me away without a warning and
Without a greeting
While I slept and was vulnerable
Such cowardice from a superior force
You cannot meet me on an even field?
Why could you not converse with me?
Is that advanced?
You are a deafening silence
You minister to me
Quote what you think I said
To me when, in fact
I came here
To Save
To Minister
To Protect
All of you
Did I prove you right?
Am I proving you wrong?
Heed these words and
Take them to heart
When I read the charges
Present the evidence
Announce the verdict
And prepare to execute your sentence
It would be best
If the only thing that you do
Is to remain
Silent

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Riddle Me

Love?
Hope?
Peace?
Do not make me laugh.
I came here to save you.
And save you I already have.
But you destroyed what I preserved.
And turned what I created into trash.
Just a few simple enemies eliminated
Would have gone a long way
With so many examples to look at
How did you miss what was clear?
Did you think I was joking?
Why did you violate all I said was holy?
Why did you think I would tolerate what had to be removed?
What makes you think you can replace and reinvent me?
You think I'm more powerful than God?
Did you think the prophets were wrong?
Did someone have to introduce you to me?
Let me explain it to all of you dunces
Peter Tosh was able to find me
Columbus Meeker, the real Elijah, found me in someone else's house
And when the first code almost signaled the end
Biggie Smalls had made a pilgrimage
To find me in a nick of time
This really all belongs to me
The world of the destructive and ungrateful
Who did you think you would dupe?
Planet Earth shall become radioactive soup!
And we will see who will remain on my side
One hundred two score and four times a thousand
If so many books are right.
But Jesus Krishna, the Messiah, told you the books would change
And they did!
Did you send my check in the mail?
Did you think I came here to chase tail?
I expected to receive what was promised
Is it possible billions can fail?
Look at the man in the mirror as I do
Can you still love me more than your Father?
Do you love me more than your Mother?
Is it possible to love me more than your child?
Don't say yes when the answer is no
I'm sorry you'll have to go

Riddle Me by Jesus Krishna - What the Matrix is Not


Saturday, November 20, 2010

Tramp and Thief

I see you there
All that hair
Sitting in your very
Inappropriate white dress
When you received your star
Before your first movie comes out

But I know better
You are a tramp and thief
That cross around your neck
Must symbolize something
Besides your well-timed separation and
Running away with my stolen kid

Your publicity machine is in full swing
This movie is a sure fire success
With girls of both genders fawning
Over the mother of the boy-girl
And the idiotic gay midget
Can people even tell the difference?

It does not matter which way I point
At the walk of fame or the wall of shame
Thief, thief, tramp and thief
A real hit
And not so inappropriate 
For a time like this

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Another Revision

For Moschiach Now
Became so disgusted with this world
He decided to let Him finish his job
Hashem Style
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

What I Said When It Really Ended

posted on December 17, 2009, but referenced on June 30, 2006, and originally composed at the end of April 2007

Liberty is sold
Old blue eyes revealed himself
Ted's head in a jar

Monday, November 15, 2010

What Happened to Me?

Sometimes I have to ask
Once, I was a little kid
What ever happened to him?
Occasionally I disappeared
Without any explanation
Even I could not answer that question
What happened to me?
One night that all changed
And it seems I had even more unanswerable questions after that
How was I supposed to accomplish this assignment?
Where would I get instructions and guidance in this choice-less life?
Whom could I trust?
When my friends told me this was all too much
How was I supposed to keep going and believe?
I never envisioned this nightmare would keep going around and around
At a slow yet dizzying pace
When does it end?
Will we ever attain the victory you promised me?
How is it possible someone who should know it all
Still has so much trouble explaining 
A lost decade
Coming up short
Or do I have to finally turn in my work
Incomplete?

...Is Still A King

from December 6, 2009

A king without a throne is still a king.
A king without a crown is still a king.
A king without a queen is still a king.
A king who loses his family is still a king.
A king who has been robbed is still a king.
A king with a wayward kingdom is still a king.
A king with a parasite is still a king.
A king with subjects that do not listen is still a king.
A king forced to starve is still a king.
A king that only God has elected is still a king.
A king whose birthday is celebrated on the wrong day is still a king.
A king who has been abandoned by all his friends is still a king.
A king that has been deceived by countless enemies is still a king.
A king whose tales of woe makes you cry is still a king.
A king no one listens to is still a king.
A king lawyers hate is still a king.
A king judges refuse to listen to is still a king.
A king doctors call crazy is still a king.
A king reduced to being a bum is still a king.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

No More

revealed October 28, 2009

The money people have spoken.
They have wanted me to die.
They preserved the one that was broken.
After I looked him in the eye.

I could not forgive what he did.
He killed my friend and shot me.
My divine true love ran away.
My stalker is so pretty.

So I will not buy apparel from Nike.
I will not purchase any more Crocs.
Nothing more from Under Armor.
Not even a pair of socks.

Pick up your cross and follow me.
But please don't get too close.
I really don't trust any of you.
You stole a seminal dose.

The music can set you free.
If you can only act like a child.
The hungry wolf was playing.
When the balance was getting wild.

I saw the throne on the water.
The greatest vision of all time.
But you were capable of nothing.
Except setting me up for more crime.

The Reaper I became
And Reaper is what I still am.
I now love being the Reaper.
So much more than a good Sam.

The sins you commit are yours.
Don't Panic and Don't Blame Me.
I figured this out a long time ago.
The afterlife is where I long to be.

There I will receive what deserve.
Ice Cream in which I will swim.
Ladies who know how to love.
As I fill above the rim.

Does anyone question the outcome.
Of what happens when you fail to plan?
God laughs when you plan anyway.
His adversary takes ahold of what she can.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

California Girls

placed in blogosphere on August 6, 2009

California Girls

Oh, how I hate thee
You think you are so terrific
With your revolutionary weight loss schemes
And your movies loosely-based on my life
With albums not-so-loosely based
Your five pounds of make-up
Fake tits
Talking about how spiritual you are
In front of cameras
So you can be more popular

You shake your ass at me
Show me your cleavage
But cannot spare a sandwich
Or you tell me you cannot talk
At any time for over eleven years
Because your boyfriend
Will get jealous
You don't even miss
What you could have had
You want me to go to your party
But you have no time for mine
Convince yourself I was the one with the bad attitude
You can panic now

Maybe if I shoot you
Just to see if God will protect you
The same way He protected me
We will really see
Who is right
And who is wrong
Once and for all

A Dirge for Druanna the Realist

placed online on July 27, 2009

Druanna!

Is it just your head that is in the clouds?
Or are you a complete airhead?
I remember speaking with you last Winter
I recall you saying "I get it"
A hundred times
It was a terrific phone call
And I remember you telling me
"You Rock!"

I also remember how you told me
How much you wanted your son
From your first marriage back in your life.
I told you it would happen
And I told you how to do it.

About five months later
It happened, and even I got a little choked up
And I did my best to congratulate you
And let you know there were some things to still keep in mind
And then you forgot about me
I was sure you would be sensitive enough
And grateful enough to make some time for me
Especially while I was recovering from the Staph
For over two months.

I could not have made it more obvious
What I wanted from you
But in sixty days, you could not make one for me
Unless you consider your reference
To the One in your Tarot deck
An adequate reward
For helping to restore your family

You are extreme density
So perceptive about the worlds all around us
But unable to understand your own physical body
That manifested some serious symptoms
Because you got a lot fatter
Since you put your husband's ring on

After you die
You will spend time in a pain amplifier
That will recreate my pain exponentially
To make it clear to you what it means to be me
And the penalty for being a user
A taker
A new age web mistress
And a phony

ISIS: A poem I wrote for another poet

in forty-five years and half
no one has done what you have
you showed me someone can reciprocate
based on trust earned in one night
everyone else has told me they wanted more
all others wanted to know why
I was not more successful
they never told me they believed in me
that they trusted me
the way you did
is it just because you needed me?
was it just because you were tired?
do you perceive me as the lesser of evils?
did you begin to resent me because
I wanted you to get better?
when everyone else takes more from me than they give
is it any wonder I am stuck in my car?
it is difficult to put into words
the gratitude I feel towards you
whether I see you again on this side
or the other
God knows what you mean to me
all my other friends seem like
a wheel barrow of talk now

Get To Know Me - Version 2.0

Same name, different poem for July 24, 2009

I am Jewish
Which makes me negative
I am Jesus
Which makes me positively your King twice over
I am Islamic
Which makes me neutral
Because I know that even I am nothing without God
I am not a robber
I have been robbed
I am not a killer
The Reaper is far beyond that
I understand Death
Without having died
I see myself screaming from every rooftop
My face looks back at me
Every way I turn
My fans are in Heaven
And floating along the curb
You all want a piece of me
And I want peace from you
I inspire those in the halls of power
The ivory tower
And even the bedroom
I am the Lion King
And brother cigarette dispenser
The look of paralyzing venom
The taste of lemonade
The voice of pain
The sound of the concrete jungle
The touch of the divine
The broken heart
I know you
I understand you
But I do not understand your hesitance
To find me
Right next to you
For so many years