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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010 (Author Central)





The Inexorable Laws of Jinx (Introduction)

Author Central Writer's Note: This is the opening chapter of a new online book by @ItzQuauhtli. Stay tuned for additional installments!


 
Introduction to General Jinx-Ology


Here by leave of the most supernal ones ever to exist
Are laid forth for unfortunate mortals' benefit
These Inexorable Laws of Jinx ...

Who Now?

Jinx is a Chancer unlike any before or since non-time stopped
Hailing from the highest order of Archetypal Beings
Whose purpose in the Multiverse transcends
Even that of gods, demons, and demiurges.

You see, some basic parameters pertaining to holographic reality
Are set in tones too loud for human ears to hear
And beyond bright for biological blinkers to behold.
Thus is Jinx in charge of Fate and its ironic implications.

(Since of course the fortune of any single individual
Within the greater whole differs widely
From every other entity)

Indeed — such heavy responsibility
Forces clever Jinx to improvise
In order to remain entertained.

Hence do all tricksters without exception
Draw their lineage (directly or indirectly) to Major High Jinx.
Yet there are none so influential as
That utterly irreverent double-dealer!

Say What?

The superstitious whisper their beliefs about Major High Jinx
Without actually understanding its dynamic mechanics
Therefore their assumptions are naught but foolish gimmicks. 
Let us set the record straight:

Jinx is neither good luck nor bad luck.
It's rather neutral and weird
But may serve any incarnate being
If they can figure out how to surf waves made of pure improbability.

Jinx isn't altogether male or female
But either one as suits its momentary purpose.
Genderless Jinx runs throughout spacetime
Weaving both waves and particles when observed by someone sentient.

Jinx is neither here nor there
Atemporal quasi-space is its conduit.
Being nowhere in particular
Enables Jinx to be omnipresent in temporal affairs.

Its masks are myriad in appearance;
Multifarious in finite form.
Many host Jinx without knowing it;
A seeming curse a disguised blessing!

Come Again?

Jinx might also be referred as The Devil's Luck
Because it can be exploited by a Thaumaturge of whatever sex.
In other words, those skilled in Sympathetic Magic
(Often allied with forces considered dark in nature).
Be aware, such Mages and Court Jesters are closely connected
A true Fool is player as well as played.
However, the Grand Game is never named!

Synchronicity, uncanniness, and sheer irony
Are all side-effects of Jinx in action.
Their endless variety constitutes the selfsame Spice of Life.
Jinx stacks random odds in favor of, or against whomever lives
According to their own Consciousness + Karma
(Much more will be explained about this further along).
First though, oblations. Pay your respects before proceeding;

Hail High Jinx in all its permutations upon ephemeral material spheres!

Hallowed be Jinx among mere mortals who hope for positive change!

May Jinx forestall the untimely collapse of this and neighboring universes!

A B R A H A D A B R A

History Repeats

"That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history." ~ Aldous Huxley

History Repeats

 
We must alter our behavior
Lest they bend us through control
As we flirt with grim disaster
In their twisted game of minds

This whole world is mired in words
Too much faith is staked on lies
Come September and it'll be last year
History repeats itself History repeats!

The towers are coming down
During commercial-break distractions
Can we really justify such actions?
Can we even make peace anymore?

Never ready for indignity
Our social ignorance runs rampant
Nude and wild in broad daylight
Deja-Vu served up with trimmings

Voices crack due to tired insecurity
Exhausted by the laws
Of a mute and deaf GOD
Martyrs broken by his treachery

So light a lantern in the darkness
Prepare a pyre for the funeral
That all might be reborn
Bright as the skies' celestial eyes

Because History repeats itself

History repeats ...

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