It's out in the Universe
beyond Jupiter
beyond Alpha Centuri
beyond the Alpha and the Omega
None have seen it
but I
But I alone
but I and He who is
The trash heap of the Eternal-the Cosmos
Infinity wept
Infinity moaned
Infinity tore out her own eyes
Because she saw the heap
the carcass
the deluge
the wasted g-nome
We cried for Alexi to return
for he would not for he was schizophrenic
for he was mad conscious
Way out past the last galaxy
we flew
we were re-born
we became
rpleith
12/8/2016
Thursday, December 8, 2016
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Ming Gwam
Ming Gwam was a tease
frolic and mischief were his companions
schemes and plans filled his dreams
smoke and fog were his tools
He lived a life the envy of many
for 7 generations he ruled the game
in the spry of his youth
he flew with a grin
In the black spine of the Rockies
he lived under a bridge
made of sequoia's, aspen, and moss
each night for a thousand years he lit his
pipe
He taught man to swim
and woman to cook
he created laughter for children
and wisdom for elders
He hid the sun from the moon
behind the earth, who didn't know.
~ rpleith
The Ego & The Id
In her dreams
she had no name
her life & death
were her only companions
in her dreams
her spirit wandered
torn & forlorn
rubbish heaps her only home
In her dreams
she was black
& her mother was white
her feet were raw & bloody from battle
when the sun rose
she rose from her bed
of pine needles, twigs, grass & ants
to avenge her mother & bury her father
Up she climbed
on her mother's horse
shame was her companion
nobility was her path.
They... They... They...
They killed the daydreamers first
for they were the most dangerous
with 12-inch rulers, loud frightening voices
and bags of marbles and rocks
tied to their knees
They brought hope & salvation
in bags, in robes, in books
redemption was their wicked twin
sin was imminent, worn like bloody scabs
Satan was their slave
always the first to arrive
never the last to leave
They held high his banner and cross
when you met Them
obliged you were to wear the rosary
They tied it to your neck
then they would twist it until you died.
10,000 Eunchs
10,000 Eunuchs
He
was one of a kind
The
King of Queens
he
would never walk, only stride
sumptous
in his divine glamour, glorious
His
field was the court, and the court was his field
he
would hold court on his field
no
one approaches the Empress but by me
no
one speaks to the Empress but by me
He
had been castrated when he was 12
almost
too old for the job
he
never knew what would become of his mind
they
drowned him in sweat and sewed him up
Now
he was 40 and the number 1 of 10,000
he
was in his prime, he was a gelded stallion
beautiful
to all who glanced his way
the
deep green eyes held passion and lust
Worry
was his mask, nonchalance was his appendage
but
as always he kept his testes in the sack around his neck
like
the albatross of death, green with envy, black with blood
he
held the 10,000 closer than night soil, to be spoiled if need be
He
was the King of the 10,000
the
Empress trusted him with her life, with her empire of gold
the
Eunuchs plotted and planned, seething with glee
his
painful death, poison, steel, reptile, gossip or lies,
he
was theirs
~ rpleith
~ rpleith
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