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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

Cosmic Clock Strikes Eleven

Cosmic Clock Strikes Eleven

At last it's high time to accept
That the Gregorian calendar centered around a mythic Christ
And whose holy dates were superimposed onto Pagan rites
Has put us out of phase with our planet as well as all else

Supermoon at perigee
Signified an era's end
NASA spotted exploding galaxy
Coincidence or portend?

Every day another cataclysm
As the countdown grows intense
Increased consciousness a catalyst
But will it ever bear us hence?

Blister packed sedation
Dystopic governments push on
Flawed Capitalist equation
When shall we witness brave new dawn?

Pluto renders elder powers inept
Yet it makes for a most morbid zeitgeist
Fires, floods, and pandemics (to name a few blights)
Only fallen angels are fit to tread through these fell hells...

Dilutions of Splendor

Dilutions of Splendor

May finally have cracked
But Etinbroke's sitting here
Smoking slims from ivory holder
Wrapped up in wispy metaphors — she dreams as if she slept.
Could be wrong
But Etinbroke admonishes:
"Remain firm and irreproachable
 it isn't princely to be fallible — so reject all human doubt!"

One thin eyebrow raised inquisitively
She sifts through Tarot with free hand
Singeing this fool's ego with her steady sapphire gaze
From center spread draws out a card dubbed STRENGTH.

"Behold, that which was misplaced
 among the rubble of spent youth.
 Conferred back now as your gall reaches an end
 lessons have been learned that portend glorious new days."

Perhaps she's but a figment
But her glory-talk rings true
For one whose lust was sublimated surreptitiously at night
Within the vacuous wellspring of ineffable omniscience.

Although possibly a Dæmon
She knows these insides like no other.
Together we shall accomplish things few mortal men can fathom
A preeminent contrarian, overseen by astral madam.

Major Arcana: Strength

Querulous Quanta

Querulous Quanta

Where hath thou gone, entangled phantom particle?

Our magnetic dipoles now spin out of sync
Once we were non-local as well as atemporal
Transcending bounds of space-time continuum
Yet liminal constraints inhibit subatomic orbits
Macroscopic systems become subject to entropy
Force of ill-bred habits subdues all organisms
Thought overtakes Consciousness by quantity not quality
Feeling lost within false realms — stunted, numb and mute
Entities must learn transmutation from raw elements to highest Ether

It is presently passing; make good on this opportunity or else be extinguished!

Image: Doctor Manhattan from Watchmen.

We Are Not Our Eidolons

We Are Not Our Eidolons

In an ideal world we would all see clearly into each other's psyches
Whether Cancer, Capricorn, Aries or Libra
Without needing to get too verbal

But personal feelings muddle what might have otherwise been clear

Ah the gifts of hypocrisy in a wayward democracy
Constitution ruptured atop foundational mores
Wherefore such typical tragedy?

Stock responses perfunctory
Adjudication in lover's court
A dismal dreg deemed exemplary

Captivated by the composer's grand symphony, one's broken lens gives false report



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