Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


William Butler Yeats


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Exo-Politics

Open the skies over me
I am waiting patiently
I'll wait for a sign

As conspiracies unwind
will you slam shut or free your mind?
or stay hypnotized

When the Zetas fill the skies
will our leaders tell us why
fully loaded satellites
will conquer nothing but our minds

I am waiting patiently
I'll wait for the sign

Carried through the centuries
secrets locked up
and loaded on my back
and it weighs me down

When the Zetas fill the skies
it's just our leaders in disguise
fully loaded satellites
will conquer nothing but our minds

I am waiting patiently
I'll wait for the sign


MUSE

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Roadkill

A dead dog on the roadside.

No tragedy there
No one's mourning
What a waste.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A Fool's Odyssey

It is when I try too hard
that you fade.

But I can't stop now,
flowing through to you
Against this relentless deafening current,
upstream
for this stupid love.
My skin peels away
beating against the jagged boulders
Missing a thousand times
the jaws that stand waiting.

Don't you see?
That it is my nature
to kill myself
to love you.

But I can't stop now
'Cause either way
it is the end of me.
And I won't let this end
Without finding my way home
back to you.