Apocalyptic Poetry

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Once Again On A Tree by Archimedes Girl

I see you. Pinned by the choices you made
And I’m weeping that I can’t stop your pain
Oh your green eyes which can no longer see
You don’t even know you’re nailed to a tree.

I hear you, every cry I hear, and I’m sorry
That I’m not by your side. So, then are we?
Done like a death on an old Roman road?
Hung like scarecrows to frighten and goad.

Siren, song of my heart,
Siren, the way you tore me apart
I’m dying once again on a tree,
With every drop that you bleed.


That day I pleaded and warned you with tears
Since then the prophets repeated each year
The dark future and the grief that it holds
But your laughter was distant and cold.

Oh your green eyes were plucked out by a crow
And blinded by the things that you know.
Buying prescription spikes with your greed
You don’t even know you’re nailed to a tree.

Siren, song of my heart,
Siren, the way you tore me apart
I’m dying once again on a tree,
With every drop that you bleed.
Once again on a tree.

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Where the Silver Falls by Archimedes Girl

By the kiss of a friend, the word of a brother
Where the silver falls at the feet of a mother
The father hangs in the field of the potter
And their lies begin to totter… over the flames.
Don’t get in the way.

Adamant, adamant stone. Like diamond
Chipped and honed
To cut away the purchased lies
Warning those with ears and eyes
Come out of her, come out my people.
Leave behind your pew and steeple.
Pity the poor, and give your bread
Feed the hungry, fill their hands
Release the slaves, don’t turn away
You’re choosing your reward.

By the kiss of a friend, the word of a brother
Where the silver falls at the feet of a mother
The father hangs in the field of the potter
And their lies begin to totter… over the flames.
Don’t get in the way.

Undismayed, undismayed, though alone
Castaway, without a home.
But a father, who has called my name
Hear me, he is slow to rage
Your religion has spilled and stained.
You call it holy, but it’s profane
Lift your neighbor, lift your son
Your gifts to Heaven help no one
Dedicated days, days and weeks
Have passed while beggars wait and weep.

By the kiss of a friend, the word of a brother
Where the silver falls at the feet of a mother
The father hangs in the field of the potter
And their lies begin to totter… over the flames.
Don’t get in the way.

At the bottom, At the bottom of regard
I am crying
For any that might hear me now
Burn your security, leave the crowd
You’ve taken in vain Rescue’s name
Flee to the mountains and pray
Your priests and your prophets too
By example have made wolves of you
You eat, then wipe your lips and say
I’ve done nothing wrong today.
I am covered, I’m filled, I’m blessed
It is his will. Forget the rest.

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lol, thanks Mother Mary. Lose anything important to you?

For King and Country - Archimedes Girl

Don't you fight some bastard’s war
To fill his pockets with more gold
And build his walls to hold in more
So he can grow dim, fat and old
Said ‘enemies’ might be your friends
And they might just be in his way
Where someday you might be the fiend
When Moneybags go out to play.
Don't you bury his landmines
To blast away another soul
Who stands between his king and shrines
Where ignorance is burnt like coal.
Damn his eyes! The Beast of Kings
Giving rides to gaudy whores
Who drink too much and then betray
Their sons to fight his dirty wars.

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The Mountains by Archimedes Girl

Oh, don’t go there, he said, you surely will die!

They’ll tear you to pieces and eat you alive.

The mountains are dang’rous, the woods full of teeth

‘Sides, how could you live there, and what will you eat?

Why, there ain’t no cable, no web and no phone

If you even make it then we’ll never know.

Just stay here, it’s safer. Forget consequence.

Pretending all’s right here will salve your conscience.

What use is a chicken? What gives with that cow?

And why do you garden? There’s groceries now.

If doom is still coming, I’ll meet it right here

Parked in my plush, leather, retractable chair.

Well, damned if I’m worried, and damned if I ain’t

‘Cause God’s gonna rapture near all of his saints.

And you, with your critters, up deep in them woods

Will regret your praying and leaving the Hoods.

But, give me your addy, a map, and the route. . .

If I’m out of vittles, I might come on out.

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''How long can I lament with this depressed heart and soul
How long can one suffer the pain of hatred of another human a friend behaving like an enemy

If I can only recount the story of my life, right out of my body flames will grow'' - Mawlana Rumi


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What If by Archimedes Girl

What if everything you see is like a movie
Written to beguile and then betray?
What if everything you’ve heard is groovy
Played to keep you dancing in the fray?
What if you didn’t know that you were born blind
And the things you think you see are CGI lies
And even this suggestion shuts down your mind?

Someone is afraid you’ll learn to see.

What if the truth has to be kept contained
‘Cause it blows the simulation sky high?
What if real music frees the heart and slave brain
And wakes you up to live outside the lie?
What if you could be free of expectations
Of being owned by monster corporations
Creating for a world that has no nations?

Someone is afraid you’ll learn to see.

What if you are the future, and it’s dying
Drowning in the waste of human lore
And all you have to do is reach out further
To find the rope of truth and reach the shore
But what if on that shore they call you “rubble?”
What if they say you’re courting grief and trouble?
Will you leave reality to blow scum bubbles?

Don’t be the one afraid you’ll learn to see.

What if there are others on that shoreline
Not many, but a strange and lively few
Creating and inventing with awake minds
Dancing to a completely different tune.
What if they don’t sell-out or buy-in to live cheap
Their witnesses are eyes and ears now set free
God, find there among the few, this new me —

I will not be afraid to learn to see.

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Thank you!

A Dream About Alien-Drummers by Archimedes Girl

I heard an army approaching me
and the sound of a thousand drums.
Percussion that syncopated the ground
and made my feet go numb
It possessed the air with fear and dread,
eliciting joy from the murdered dead
and grew like a migraine in my head.
But the pain was as sweet as it comes.
The drummers, they marched on a dark glass sea
Shot with all colors of lightening beneath
Their arms were the brass drum sticks which beat
and their torsos were shaped to be drums.
So they beat on their chests, and popped with their mouths
and stamped with their feet until lightening shot out.
Then a shofar sounded and I watched the earth cower
Dark silence had fallen for the space of an hour.

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Just scribbles: (all by me, Archimedes Girl)


Hell Yeah

If all hell breaks loose I’ll hold you
The way you’re holding me
We’ll ride the tide of fire and blood
Until Hell dies, replete.
Through it all I’ll be beside you
At last we two will stand
Or be knocked to our knees together
When hell comes crashing in.

The Death of Love 1/2021

Once upon a tragic time
We walked a legendary line
Wore a mask and learned to mime
And not to speak
Make the moves, pretend we’re free
Six feet from you, six feet from me
But never turn the other cheek
That might be weak
And so we played the evil game
Pretending it was all okay
God’s hand would surely reach to save
Within the devil’s glove.
And all the ills we poured like wine
Upon the unsuspecting clime
Were just the cost getting mine:
The death of love.



12/20

Be warmed and filled, be understood
Be loved by someone, if you’re good
Be all the things we say you should
We love you all.
Be free; that ideal in your mind
Be strong; yeah, like the pop song rhymes
Be whatever you identify
‘Cept natural.
Be patriotic, pay your dues
Our corporations bring you news
And everything else you use
To live and breathe
Give your sons to fight our wars
Your daughters to be dizney whores
These honors we will laud you for
Oh, brave and free.

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Machine by Archimedes Girl

It wasn’t the theft of the freedom
And it wasn’t the changing of facts
That plunged us all into darkness
Enslaved us with every free act.
It wasn’t the shpeal of the media
And it wasn’t religion’s old lies
That caught us and taught us to cower
And wait for permission to fly
But it might be our worship of money
And it could be our blindness to pain
That led to the death of ten millions
And made everyone act so insane.
It was likely we were all lazy
And put faith in a broken machine
Content with the fear of rejection
Responsible for no one but “me.”

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9/19

The Next Reset by Archimedes Girl

Red earth from a silver bowl
Tossed into the royal grave
Beneath which stolen children cry
Where they are taught how to behave
A different science, a different sky
The blossoming sun is hid behind
The ashes of our yesterworld
Where some excluded still survive.
The twisted snakes upon the pole
Have hissed their lies for power’s gain
Each bite injects the poisoned soul
With curses billed as health and gain
Together alone we eat our bread
Behind identities we sold
“Hush,” is what the Reaper said
As he stole our ceiling gold.
This Ego thinks the world his own
Shall stamp his face upon the crowd
And all the lives inside his hand
Swear allegiance as they bow.
The purchased peace is fallacy
An outcast son will die that day
A million-million bloody sands
Before the victor sails away.
A league is made against the few
Who will not hitch a beastly ride
Rather than swear to self-made gods
They live the way they’ll choose to die.
Strangers by a royal name
Live a freedom few will hold
Their offspring and this habitat
Have since become their only gold.
The Covenant lifted away
The prophet’s pinch of hair hid close
Within the garments of the One
And where they dwell, no Ego goes.
There is a key, an earthen door
An answer to the riddle-dark
He told us thrice: leave while you can
The mountains are the final ark.
And if you go, leave every vice
Hunters will find any vile scent
Save yourself and loose your life
To live right through the next reset.

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for a hundred years they planned her death
at the whims of monarch's skewed behest
they pumped out smoke and poisoned soils
and poisoned lands with extracted oils
they invented solutions to invented problems
and created problems with intended pollutions
and when folks were dead and the planet free
i went to bed and switched off gee ell pee

Eclipse by Archimedes Girl

Dignitaries dancing in the sky

A perfect set of turns going by

Ancient bow and spin with solemn grace

Not one e’er misstepped or skipped a pace.

It is the year twenty-seventeen

We watch the skies for a virgin queen

Giving birth while the vile dragon waits

We’re hoping for rescue from his hate.

The white-hot Sun darkened by a cloak

Casts crescent light underneath the oak

Heat of day cools like an omen made

Predicting doom with an austere shade.

Seven years, and a Black Sun again

What happens next, betwixt now and then?

Eclipse: August 21, 2017

Revelation 12 fulfilled: September 23, 2017

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YEEHA! Love it.

An original - how to survive ;-)

Old Fav:

We watch the F-12s burn the sky,
Hear the children laughing. 
Billowed tails of white, they fly in low
Against the power station.

I think of people that I have known,
Down through the years, Where have they gone? 
To homes and children, Like my own. 
Anonymously, do they go on?

I take your hand into my own,
As sunlight glints off silvered wings,
They bank away against the trees
Into the coming evening

We stumble down the darkened hill
A fire waits inside our room
The children totter off to bed, 
To the distant sonic boom.

I just want to be with you
When the bombs go off
I just want to look into your eyes
When the world is destroyed. 

Thank you. Strong imagery there.

Right Here, Right Now - 9/9/22 - Archimedes Girl

Everything is broken, take me to the start

Let me see the painting when it was still art

I gave up surviving, my denial bliss

There is only you now. There is only this:

Right here, right now.

Let it come with understanding

Oh, my soul, be now found standing,

Not kneeling at the altar of my dust

Where it’s lost is where it’s found

I will be the kingdom’s ground

Right here, right now.


This ill wind and thunder, it brings a righteous storm

Dark have been the waters that to safe shores have borne

This singer— praise the Maker— I’m carried on his tide

Bless his name and let go the pieces of my pride

Right here, right now.

Let it come with understanding

Oh, my soul, be now found standing,

Not kneeling at the altar of my dust

Where it’s lost is where it’s found

I will be the kingdom’s ground

Right here, right now.


All the guests, though bidden, ignore the final song

While everything is going upside downright wrong

I will dance within your arms as it crashes down

My blindfold slips away upon the kingdom’s newest ground.

Right here, right now.

Let it come with understanding

Oh, my soul, be now found standing,

Not kneeling at the altar of my dust

Where it’s lost is where it’s found

I will be the kingdom’s ground

Right here, right now.

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Nice thread.

Here's my favourite. I like to think of King Charles III as Ozymandias here...

SONNET
Ozymandias

I MET a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless
things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that
fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

— Percy Shelley, "Ozymandias", 1819 edition

Nice! I enjoyed reading it through 3 times. I love the vast old vocabulary.

Stone preserves the past
It would not last
Except in memory
Of those who see
Let them create
Their present state
And stone remembers best
Frozen each test
For a time and a time
And a half time
Each Word a stone

Thank you, I love this. The old world pre-reset would have been completely lost to us if it weren't for the stone.

The Waiting Songs - by Archimedes Girl

Here lie the dark ages
Exacting death wages
Where ignorance rages
A war of wrath.
A new-old leaf turning
Alchemists relearning
Long hidden paths.


Refrain:
Weep and rejoice if you remain.
Hope for the living, justice for the slain.
There is a book to write
While the story is young.
If a minstrel is found alive
Let the waiting songs be sung.


Let there be no forgetting
No innocent blood-letting
No filthy idol petting
Among the trees
Let truth be told again
Come, Wisdom be our friend
If we make it to the end,
Dance in our streets.

Scribe, carve it into stone
Lest it be twice unknown
That Humanity was sown
Among the stars
Sing for the resurrected lives
Children born mid battle cries
Lift Warrior Poet wine
Sing-the waiting songs.

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Dreams Without Heroes - by Archimedes Girl

(you have to sing/say this with an Irish or British accent)


I saw you standing in the mean
And all the things that you have seen
With your eyes tightly closed and your soul cheaply sold
And you swear you done your best
In working answers for the Crest
Without pulling any triggers of your own.
But you have dreams without heroes
And you’re coming up with all zeroes
When you count what’s to save you being damned.
Jokers promised you retirement
Not another sick requirement
To carry you down with the final grains of sand.

I heard you speaking to the seer
Not to your Maker, (he won’t hear)
Not with all the crying blood on your busy hands
So you asked me to find out
His judgement plans and by what route
‘Cause he talks to me, not you, not to the Man.
Prophecies are now becoming
While you’re tied up with just running
(Don’t forget to look back for the hunter’s eyes)
Like the zeroes that surmounted
We won’t fail to keep you counted
With the children of the father of your God-damned lies.

You’re still here, what do you wait for?
Just a clue, a tip, a date, or
Some’ to save you from the fate of usurping scum?
But I see you in the future
Hid behind a desperate suture
Of the gash made in Creator’s kingdom come.
He has nothing to say to you
Nothing but despite for you
“Talk to the hand; the flesh you tore from my Beloved.”
Pass on the word to your small king
Listen to your call just ring
‘Cause tomorrow you’ll be rotting, forgotten, and unsung.

The end - lol.

As the sun rises and fall,
the moon shall stand tall
Between time and space I live,
Not evil nor righteous.

Just a force.

Thank you and may the force be with you.