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 animal understanding
And rudimentary sight

Post-modern man,

He works so hard 2 be offended by the skin of his very own drum
                             2 be sanctimonious
And convince the world that his revolution has injustice on the run

So hard, w/ all of his might, 2 demonise his neighbor
And cast shade upon his lantern’s prospering light

Post-modern man,

He beseeches heav’nly constellations 4 universal peace
Although they are constellations en which he does not believe

Post-modern man,

He takes excessive pride
En the cut of his intellect

[Aside.]
Cold, colder, coldest!

And deliberates ev’ry swing of Mother Nature’s mane
W/out the will 2 act on behalf of what is beautiful, noble, and good

[Aside.]
He does this
2 the detriment of his soul.

Post-modern man,

He beseeches the jinn of degradation 2 befoul the Other
And gorges himself upon the nev’r ending sorrows of his Sistahs and Brothas
Who, 4 whatever reason, take the bait

He watches the boulders of a supreme mountain spill,
Gravity take hold, and ev’ry chamber of ev’ry heart fill
W/ the angular stones of human ill will

Post-modern man,

He seems 2 nev’r weary of filth
En fact, he feeds it as it fattens his dark space
And the pinholes, above his prow, drift

He watches as they drop from the thrones of Heav’n
                                drop from the many troves of Bliss
Drop, drop, drop!

Post-modern man,

He does not revere nature
He does not give her her due

4 him, biology does not hold sway
And he rebukes harshly the poor bastard
Who does not think-upon-it his way

You can be me, he scorns,
And she can be you.

Swindler! Hypocrite! Fiend!

Post-modern man,

He champions a rising tide of gloom,
Then bemoans the loss of light –

That eerie stillness that arrives
W/ the splintering of the cosmic loom

These are his transgressions
And their wages are far from trite

A lasting wynter
A soulless nite

[Aside.]
Serves him right 4 his many treacherous deeds.

Forsaking the opening of the heart
Forsaking the groves of the Mahadevi

And then again, generations later,
The miraculous parting of the sea of reeds

And then again, generations much much later,
The truth of that beautiful prince
Who realised sublime emptiness beneath the Bo tree
Alongside a rushing river

Post-modern man,

His boast
Is a jest

En ignorance, he will die
Like all the rest

Unless he returns 2 the garten
Where his I began

Unless he returns 2 the grove
Where his fingers 1st ran
Thru the mane of a lyon’s roar

A lyon who, disguised as a feather’d serpent,
Instructed man,

Hike up those britches, nephew
And take a fuckin’ stand!

A lyon whose godly seed, by way of a Sacred Har,
Descended upon the shore of Gaul w/ a great secret 4 the soul of man
(The greatest secret 4 the soul by far); namely, Deliverance!

Fret not this ride
Fret not the fall of these earthly kingdoms
(As their citadels crumble around thee)

Fret not the stars en this darkest nite
(As they refuse 2 mirror The Dangler’s last cry)

Fret not the divine quiet
Fret not the divine repose

Fret not the tumult
Outside these ancient city walls,

TammuzOsirisAdonisChrist!
Tho’ he hast died, HE is risen!
Arose! Arose! Arose!

© The Herder 20Seventeen

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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 wasteland where
We suffer needlessly

A wasteland where
Anguish sets in

A wasteland where
The kindling of Ananda is discarded, then
Hastily thrown ento the bin

A wasteland where
We await a new sword en stone and
                a new round table w/
Glorious Knights of Faith prepared
To travel the Dark Wood alone

And atone,
For us all,

The loss of the Dawn

[The White Wood’s Beckoning Aside.]

Dawn –
The fall of Grace
Upon errant shoulders

That liminal state –
The very moment b’fore daye breaks
The very moment b’fore a purple skye is gorgeously fill’d
W/ a billion billion rays of light

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

A crack!
And a battalion of Seraphim descend

A crack!
And a siege of Demons rise

A crack!
And The Gatekeeper,
Pine cone staff en hand,
Opens his big brown eyes

© The Herder 20Seventeen

Love (20Seventeen)

From ev’rything u read
And ev’rything u see

It is easy 4 one 2 reason
That Love is absent
That Love is on the run
From Anger, Pride, and Fear

That Love has abandoned us (2 a dire Fate, a loveless State)
And her daughters, Mercy and Grace, are not here

But lo, a jug tips
           a pantry door opens
And Love, barely draped, skips
(Thru a garten of planets and stars)

A chain of flowers
Above her hips

The scent of lilac
Behind her ears

And across her lips

© The Herder 20Seventeen

Aftermath

En the aftermath,
Ashes remain

Alongside numbness
And the lack of will 2 do what is right, decent, and just

As does a forge of queries
When the beast rears its head

Are we too far gone 4 Mercy 2 find us?
Are we too far gone 4 Grace 2 guide us?

Are we too far gone 4 Love 2 take root   .   .   .

En this desert of ours?
En this garten of ours?
En the width of this chest of ours?

© The Herder 20Seventeen

A Herder’s Wish 4 20Seventeen

The tiniest girl w/
The tiniest freckles and
The tiniest palms en
The tiniest garten embraces
The tiniest flower

Whose petals emit the Light of
A billion shores w/en
A billion worlds w/en

A billion stars w/en
A billion galaxies
.   .   .   or more

© The Herder 20Seventeen

 

BuddhaPrayer Nr.2

Awakened One
Perfect One
Radiant One

We are all doing what we think we ought 2 and
We are all losing ground (losing faith)

Tho’ we hold the mala
Tho’ we recite the hallowed refrains
Until their syllables, en our throats, quake

[Aside.]
Whatever it takes, mama /
Whatever it takes 4 Nag 2 enflate his hood

Awakened One
Perfect One
Radiant One

We are all doing what we think we ought 2 and
We are all losing ground (losing faith)

Tho’ the heirs of David wail
Tho’ they rejoice en the Torah

Tho’ they rejoice over the Law
And press slips of paper b’tween
Blocks of stone en the wall

[Aside.]
Whatever it takes, mama /
Whatever it takes 2 close the gates of Hell

Awakened One
Perfect One
Radiant One

We are all doing what we think we ought 2 and
We are all losing ground (losing faith)

Tho’ the Christians drink the blood of their Savior
Tho’ they pierce his heart and eat his flesh

Tho’ they pray
Tho’ they sway (to and fro)
Tho’ they sing

[Aside.]
Whatever it takes, mama /
Whatever it takes 2 lay a crown of thorns upon the head of a shepherd king

Awakened One
Perfect One
Radiant One

We are all doing what we think we ought 2 and
We are all losing ground (losing faith)

Tho’ the TRUE Followers of the Prophet make the Hajj
Tho’ the TRUE Followers of the Prophet hark the call

Tho’ they face the holy city of Mecca
Tho’ they face the east and triumphantly submit

[Aside.]
Whatever it takes, mama /
Whatever it takes 2 slay despair, slay Iblis,
Slay this terrible, terrible beast

Awakened One
Perfect One
Radiant One

We are all doing what we think we ought 2

Still, we are losing ground
Still, we are losing faith

And soon
Very soon

The Palace floor is going 2 give way

And soon
Very soon

The Palace columns are going 2 buckle

Under the weight of brass shell casings
Under the weight of pipe bombs
Under the weight of charging lorries

Under the weight of dead black boys
Under the weight of murdered cops

Under the weight of Chicago drive-bys
Under the weight of unlawful stops

Under the weight of whyte carnations
Under the weight of a broken rainbow

Under the weight of a plain pine box
Under the weight of black key requiems

Under the weight of young widows
Under the weight of tall shadows

Under the weight of orphans
Under the weight of sackcloth

Under the weight of hate
Under the weight of death
Under the weight of spiritual contraction

Awakened One
Perfect One
Radiant One

We are all doing what we think we ought 2

Except love our neighbors
Except love our foes
Except cherish our scars

Except strive mightily 2 be Noble, Generous, and Just!

Lord Buddha,
We are all doing what we think we ought 2

Except what mama told us
Except what papa showed us
Except what we must

2 stop losing ground
2 stop losing faith

© The Herder 2016

New Atlantis / Darkness

New Atlantis

En this Age of Degeneration
En this Age of Iron

New Atlantis burns
And its citizenry is under siege
By vandals who have sworn 2 their liege,

Stables and ramparts
Of stained glass and carbon steel shall fall!

New Atlantis burns
And its barrister kings,

Content w/ excessive posturing
Content w/ feeding souls 2 their respective Machines

Content w/ nitely, red carpet flings
Content w/ political correctness and political bombast,

Make
The talk-show rounds (from Ellen 2 Fallon)
So as 2 speak upon a million more meaningless things

And pose handsomely 4 portraits on the Capital steps
While the core of New Atlantis nears ruin
And the clamor of a folk, uncertain of the future, grows frantic

A folk burdened w/ contraction (imposed from w/ out)
A folk burdened w/ social anxieties
A folk burdened w/ economic woe

A folk
Whose true identities and rebellious spirits
Are fetter’d,
Caged by the worst who rule
                 the worst who worship at the iron hem
Of Scarcity’s life-negating dogma

A folk under siege
A folk whose whyte picket dreams
Are deemed decadent by a heartless villain en Arabian green

{Two-Beat Pause}

A folk under siege
Because they are queer

A folk under siege
Because they dare 2 show u their tits

A folk under siege
Because they are the sons and daughters of David
                             the sons and daughters of a brash
Warrior and king

A folk under siege
Because they venerate The Sutra of the Lotus Flower of the Wonderful Law

A folk under siege
Because they are wholly free of this notion of a personal God

A folk under siege
Because they choose 2 love
Ev’ry grain of sand below and
Ev’ry cloud above

A folk under siege
Because they choose 2 step ento the Jordan
And take The Good Shepherd’s hand

Alas!
New Atlantis, ruled by the worst, burns
So the clamor of a folk is not heard
(As the vandals loot the square and salt the land)

Alas! The worst who rule ask u
2 put away yur Bibles
2 put away yur guns
2 be more tolerant; and 4get
What Grandma toldja
About what’s right and what’s wrong

It is quite an invitation
It is quite an opening
(4 the advent of darkness)

Darkness

May the Pillars of Creation be merciful!
This, we cry 2 no avail
When a churning tide of ink arrives at our Palace doors

And the darkness it bears seizes the opportunity
2 disquiet our faith, poison our innermost being,
And assault our senses w/ true horror

Again and again, the darkness finds us
When our third eye is closed and
           our talisman is down

Again and again, the darkness finds us
Where we are weakest, slowest 2 respond
Where we are most vulnerable and open
2 the wielding of clubs and casting of stones

Again and again, the darkness finds us
When we forsake
All that is beautiful
All that is generous
All that is strong
All that is kind and eager 2 4give

En favor of Māra’s fetching daughters
En favor of DEATH

En favor of machines and machinations
En favor of one last disparaging breath

B’fore the peach tree is revealed
And the charge of LOVE is rightfully fulfilled

Again and again, the darkness finds us and
Again and again, we cry 2 no avail

© The Herder 2016