It was envisaged (by a council of wise elders) that I would appear riding upon the creature’s back under a waxing crescent moon
Back in the olden times
before even your father’s father
took his first desperate gasp
(wanting without question to live)
(though there were times later that he wasn’t as enthusiastic about the whole thing)
It was considered incorrect
to use a clause
like so many things
in this world gone mad
this world of debauchery
this world of “anything goes”
this world that practically begs
leaves long rambling messages
with baited breath
The President and Founder
(who just so happens to wear a type of hat called ‘The Sovereign’ which I have no doubt that you are aware means: A person who has supreme power or authority, so, I’m sure you can put two and two together, can’t you?)
dressed in some formal
some ritual attire
on this beast
from some hell undreamt
(that’s right, havoc)
upon all inhabitants of this planet
(or, upon the creatures who cling desperately to the surface of this rocky sphere (with a sight flattening at the poles) spinning wildly in the frigid darkness of space)
I won’t do it
you’re gonna have to find
someone else to take part
The above and other writings of varying quality to be available in the sure to be big time seller e-book
A bloody eyeball, check! A crucifix, check! A grinning skull, check!
All present and accounted for, sir!
The collected writings of the one we call, Sovereign
My (very) personal thoughts on
.It was envisaged (by a council of wise elders) that I would appear riding upon the creature’s back under a waxing crescent moon
,1. I really wanted to convey the idea of a long time ago here, like before anyone had ever even heard of Jesus, that long ago, but I couldn’t get past the “Father’s Father” thing no matter how I tried, every time I tried to get rid of it I just kept thinking “But, it sounds so cool, kinda old timey”. Was I right? The readers will have to decide.
2. I definitely have misgivings about the apparent direction this (ol’) world is headed in. It seems bad somehow, but what can you do? It has definitely gone mad though , hasn’t it? It’s not just me, is it? I hope not.
3. I admit to not actually being very knowledgeable about texting being that I do not own a cell phone. A long time ago, but not so long ago that it is shrouded in the mists of time, a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless out of fear that someone reading this will recognize his name, and then, through a series of relatively simple mental steps, figure out who I am, and then (as they say), it will be all over.) and I used to drive around in his El Camino for hours with what is called a “500 series” rotary phone on the dashboard pretending, while at stoplights and also while driving, to be speaking on it as if it really worked. Fun.
4. There is a one of those dichotomy type situations in my presentation of myself as a supreme power or authority (bringing to mind an iron-fisted despot, or tyrannical ruler), and the truth of my day to day life which could be more easily compared to a Holy Man or spiritual leader, kind of “Special Adviser to God” sort of guy.
5. I was (excuse the language, please) fucking psyched to be able to use the word “nay” in the above something having qualities one could, if skilled, convince others were suggestive of poetry. Around the Institute it is often said, “It’s a good day to say nay”.