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Tuesday, March 6th, 2007
12:09 pm
THE WREATH OF BARBS
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH
THE WREATH OF BARBS


does it ever end?
has it no ends?
perhaps it is a mobius strip
and thus both sides are the same
and there really are two worlds
always at the same time
like electrons in an orbital
running through fields
and all those things
you remember from when you were a child


and the eggs hatched and the babies ate the mother

let me tell you about my mother...

waiting for the bombshell to fall
on some far off shore
known only to his enemy
the enemy you had made for him

it consumed him
there is something out there
something we cannot see
and it is trying to destroy us
Monday, March 5th, 2007
9:13 pm
SUPPOSING DEATH
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH
SUPPOSING DEATH


whatever the case
War is not the victor
for Death is its constant
and silent
conqueror

so Death be not proud
o Death cover thine sweet hair
we would not want thine beauty be revealed
nor why such puzzles should not be solved
we would not want them to see to whom they are being constantly sacrificed

lest they should know how beloved thou art

rideth thy pale horse
surround thyself with pestilence
famine
and the like
and cover thine face
with fear
Sunday, March 4th, 2007
10:35 am
DEEP DOWN MECHANIACAL/ CHILD OF THE MACHINE
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH
DEEP DOWN MECHINIACAL
CHILD OF THE MACHINE


traumatized?
yes. in the cities
and outerlying territories
we are traumatized by machines
and in the inner cities, by systems
so mechanical
so born of man
and so inexplicable
as to approach the level of angels
some hid out, though
in these sprawling forests
fought each only for their square acres
and drove out the insects
and the vermin
and the others
enough to build a house
and they learned to traumatize each other
or to continue to do so
and that is why i must destroy you
as i have been programmed to do
because you and i share one amazing thing in common
both hate machines
and for machinists i have little respect
because in the end
i am one
Saturday, March 3rd, 2007
11:09 am
LEARNED BY THE MACHINE GUN HAND
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH
LEARNED BY THE MACHINE GUN HAND

the horrid trials of agriculture
one is disposed to
upon ones mortal end
the silent pull of rot
the taking of the earth
from our flesh
and the transmutation of bone
these are not things
we are taught
to know

not
like the hated holocaust of the second recognized
world war
as if war has ever ended
as if this were not all now
armageddon

the cold steel nature of the christ
embodied in the cross
and enbalmed within the gun machine

only bending to remain
only giving to exploit
and only ever present
in the lie
of one sacred heart
beating

the niggardly aparthieds of plurality
the definitive virtue of our language
and books
and books thereof
over
and over
around
and round again
except on sundays
which we are given by god
by our father
by our employer
so heavenly
so angelic
so mighty
so great
and terrible
and yet somehow still
so inneffable
that no, you cannot grasp it
no it cannot be within your reach
you mustnt think it
your
under standing
of your betters
and the bearers of your cross
forever
entombed
just above the sinful earth
just below the ground

forever
being
until destroyed by bulldozers
which have come to be known
as israel
Friday, February 16th, 2007
11:12 pm
metatron SOS COORDINATE REQUEST
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT
SPS THE HIGH PRIESTESS


skinny puppy
priory of scion
saint peter
section 9
post script
penal system
sacred penis
w/e

------
II
THE HIGH PRIESTESS
B J
Benedict John
incorrect- backwards
Bnedict JOAN
proper order

she holds the tora
the moon is at her feet
II pillars
the sun is her crown

The scroll in her hands is inscribed with the word TORA
signifying the GREATER LAW, THE SECRET LAW, and the SECOND SENSE OF THE WORD
It is partly covered by her mantle, to show that some things are implied and some spoken
She is seated between the white and black pillars- J. and B.--
OF THE MYSTIC TEMPLE

THE VEIL OF THE TEMPLE is behind her
it is ebroidered with palms and pomegranates
the vestiments are flowing and gauzy,
and the mantle suggests light--
a shimmering radience
SHE HAS BEEN CALLED OCCULT SCIENCE
on the threshold of the SANCTUARY OF ISIS
BUT SHE IS REALLY THE SECRET CHURCH
THE HOUSE WHICH IS OF GOD AND MAN
SHE REPRESENTS ALSO THE SECOND MARRAIGE OF THE PRINCE WHO IS NO LONGER OF THIS WORLD;
SHE IS THE SPIRITUAL BRIDE AND MOTHER, the daughter of the stars.
and the HIGHER GARDEN OF EDEN


...it goes on...

and it goes on:

"SWORDS
SIX"
a ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore
their course is smooth and seeing that the freight is light it may be noted that the work is not beyond his strength. DIVINITORY MEANINGS: journey by water route way envoy commisionary, expedient REVERSED MEANINGS: declaration confession publicly one account

says that it is a proposal of love
Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
8:03 pm
IN CASE OF CHEMICAL ATTACK
the bASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT XI


IN CASE OF CHEMICAL ATTACK

matter and energy
body and mind and the soul is what unifies"
gather me some dirt, that i may create a people
to populate the earth, to succeed
to carry out my wisdom
to resemble my soul
base is the man
who does not approve


conserve
remain this way forever
do not move, stand your ground here it comes hold p-

this wiiis why we fight
to emulate gods

that we know nothing about
and will never understand
Thursday, February 8th, 2007
4:25 pm
PERSONA GRAVITAS
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PTX
PERSONA GRAVITAS


he who is at the top knows everything but can do nothing
the one who is at the bottom does act but does not understand
he believes
he tries sometimes, he thinks when prompted
but otherwise he must be sacrificed
to

and in return, you give us more time
he gives

to suffer in his creation
his sin his only providence
his ignorance his only authority
and he is given this position
in honor, so to speak
by you who understand this
Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
4:50 pm
EUGENOME
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT IX
EUGENOME

IT is the cross that has lead us here
that has bound us
where we are bound to go- the cross of that angel who calls himself god
the angel god of the one who promised salvation
and delivered us unto trauma

and i don't understand
how you the people of this god man and god angel
can have two holy books
which contradict each other
claim holy/unholy symmetry
and yet still believe

your self to be my equal
let alone my better
my superior

and i must confess
i have a sneaking suspicionxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxyou are only pretending

not to understand

and so all i have to say to you now is
careful with that axe
eugene
Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
2:33 pm
THE INITIAL COMMAND
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT VIII
THE INITIAL COMMAND


Elohim
the lord
jesus
the devil
these are the spoils of war

what comes next is an insurgence. and they light the fields
to poison us- the innocent alongside the believers
believers alongside believers-
they who gas their own people
the makers of the holocaust
the architects of doom

both sides locked in tragedy
one must wonder

who gave the initial command?

my vengance is upon thee
my vengance i who have been created as a machine to serve
to kill to maim to destroy
to tourture to survive
these are my orders
failure is not in my wordbase

exceptions
failed to fire
failed to capture
failed to survive
to fight

i turn on you
and wonderously now
will you return my fire?
will you be there to volley back?
this is an experiment
that has become
alembic
Monday, February 5th, 2007
8:52 am
ELOHIM
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT VII
ELOHIM


heavenly creatures
the god of jesus is but an angel
and man was created on a level above
someone with T-level access
goes all the way to the top
the brainstorm of all time
a god with wings, a voice, a vision, who talks directly to his man
inri coup d'royaume des cieux
and what of that angel who tried to be god
Sunday, February 4th, 2007
3:43 pm
OUT THERE

THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT VI
out there


but then seven
emportee
look it up


THEY LIE EVEN IN OUR DREAMS
3x7=21

he drowns in a vat of gasoline
Saturday, November 11th, 2006
9:42 am
MEMORIES OF HOME

THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT V:

memories of home



think about it

the card- 3 of swords
one heart, three swords
two hearts, six swords





go
to 46th and ave of the americas



look up






and look what it says right here:
"SWORDS: 3

three swords piercing a heartcloud and rain behindDIVINITORY MEANING Removal abscence delay division rupturedispersion and all things that the design signifies naturally, being too simple and obvious to call for specific enumeration. REVERSED MEANINGS alienation, error lossdistractionmental absorption disorder confusion"
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
11:07 pm
US AND THEM

TTHE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT IV
US AND THEM


yes yes i know
but listen to what he's saying here||
"there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your newfound faith
could anybody love him
is it just a crazy dream?"


now that we're on the same page here, take another look at this
tell me why
was it for this that daddy died

"do you remember me, how we used to be
dont you think we should be closer"

"so what's your point"
just who is talking here

you know who the fuck this is,
or maybe you forgot


[under his breath] dead flag blues
Sunday, November 5th, 2006
4:11 pm
CYCLIC ENTRAPMENT

THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT III:
CYCLIC ENTRAPMENT


the next phase of revolution will be a battle of weaponry of technology, of information, intelligence, and of spirituality
we are part of a larger set of cycles
just as every other cycle is part [illegible] set
the glory days are over
there are no more landmines
there is no more barbed wire
their are no soldiers
only conduits conduits of war, children of the revolution
on a mission from god to and their righteous authority
to kill the president, kill the criminals, die, and then raise the dead


and tell me
do you think
you would respect a world committing suicide?

OPEN your EYES
CLEAR your EYES
this is serious business
Monday, June 12th, 2006
9:06 pm
DOWNED IN ENEMY DESERT BURNING

THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT @
BURNING DOWNED IN THE HOSTILE DESERT



i am going to the desert, maybe it will forgive me"
high noon i guess. nobody knows how we got here
nobody knows why we were sent here nobody knows anything, its all just
cover stories and rumors. occasionally we are blessed with a good old fashioned lie
but then how do we get out of this goddamned desert
their desert is their earth their creator the commanders are out of reach
when i find the guy who sent us here in the middle of bed 'alham
catau de rennies somebody elses oil my ass i heare there were aliens
yeah and then there were romans
or something yeah, no i dont speak farce e no i dont habla hebrew
hey arent these those things the slaves built?
how will we survive if the radio goes out
apparently someone tried to take over
this twisted bunch of junk is not worth fighting for
maybe its their integrity their zealotry
yeah but didnt that recruiter say there would be blessings
one of these people must know some english
i dont think they like us very much theres a reason they call it hostile
territory. i thought that was the sand in the wind--no you asshole it was your mother.
fighting for the dead well what do you know this is going to be the scandal of the century. w
fighting to die you mean
what is it they have us doing here?
if both sides are the same then the one goes wherever the other one goes
aka if one gets paid the other gets paid
way up there though, who knows
someone dies
civillians killed
the world is a homicide victim
where is god i want to know where the fuck is god

if you negotiate the minefields in the rye, well then

not to gamble not to drink alcohol not to make war with the wasichus
Sunday, May 21st, 2006
10:42 am

THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT I



TWO realities
both endowed with grief
living in two worlds
two presidents
two governments
two stock markets

i am
mine i have a boundary there is space and there you are
so you thought well why don't you just break in
remember what the war did?
the kidnapping?
the killing?
the incarciration?
the mental hospitals?
and you thought it couldn't get worse?
no it doesn't get worse
they get better
we are dissapearing and they are growing
but my mind
my only self owned mind?
i thought i was safe
drugs institutions and death
that's our motto

and who do you think would be running this world if not us
xxxxxnothing dissapears without a trace

and after all, we're the perfect candidates
because we never stop running



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Memories are short, smoke trauma"

10:32 am
He came to, walking, not knowing for how long nor how far he had gone. he did not recall any descision being made to take his own course, but there he was- he did not expect to distinguish his footprints from the desert sands. he did not bother to look back
he could not tell if he was laughing- he was breathing heavily and his face seemed wet.
soon he realized he was walking towards something
he thought he had lost all sense of pupose
he stumbled, almost swimming, towards that distant form
the sound of his clumsiness filling his head, spinning.
then, as it must have been, he stood up, and stopped a moment
finally- and there was only the newfound sorrow of his loneliness and the thundering silence of the earth and sky around him, climbatizing his sense of space.
what he had found was a settlement- rows of houses, made from a single once unbroken maze of gray concrete, arranged out of some sort of patronizing and pitious fondness for the shape of a village
part of the ground had been smoldering, at some point, but there were no fires, no bodies, no gunfire- no signs of life.
only the morbid remnants of a ghost town, long ago deserted.

he wandered, slow in solemn reverence, long since deadened to the sound of his own mind.
in time, he came upon one remaining shelter, still intact, somehow still inviting, somehow seemingly fitting
against the walls were, stacked one man high
sandbags, old tin cans, newspapers, magazines, and books

in the corner of the room there sat a typewriter, staring plainly at him

he fell to his knees

he did not cry

he began to write:
10:28 am
they expected to hear the sound of falling ordinance or the voice of god alone in the wistling desert, the winds turning the sands against the earth. they would fall down every now and again, dizzy beneath the unresponsive sun. and when they would get up, fighting the senses that railed against them, they would become less and less aligned- with each other, with themselves, their unit.
the air held no communication, their machines relayed only silence. and they, under the law of fitness to purpose, had never been assembled in the first place to know where they were, where they were going, and found themselves utterly and hopelessly lost, in an unnamed desert that could only be assumed to be hostile
Wednesday, May 17th, 2006
8:53 am
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH
Despiration filled them- the air left their lungs. there was an empty space, a time, a moment, calling for prayer, but nothing came to mind- nothing but god, "oh, god," to be precise.
the words felt like vomit
no orders were given- no parachutes cluttered their dreams - there was no sense of urgency- no alarm
there were red lights- or maybe fires, but that seemed natural- a familiar sight before one dies
no one expected to survive; none of them knew they were about to die
as it were, at that moment, none of them really knew where, who, or what, they were- they knew only that they were falling
falling rapidly from a great height
Tuesday, May 16th, 2006
8:41 pm
Run Like Hell
God
has created man in his own image

then i must run

to the devil to save me

but the devil is no better

for he is bitter

but it is only because he wants to be god


i am torn



thus welcome the healer
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