Category Archives: Poems

Neverland part 1 — beta tested.. Welcome… (a poem by Jack)

January 21, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

Pictures speak a thousand words..
Symbols scream a thousand pictures…

Captures imaginations– holding them for ransom…

Yet what you see isn’t always what you get..
To distinguish illusion from reality… Blurs the line between life and death…

Life will eat itself until the mind grows absolutely insane.. And all that you see are images… Screaming images… Raging symbols..

Not a man… Not a word… Just rampant energies running amuck… All presenting something they are not..

Then I shall welcome you to my world… A lovely world where math isn’t god… Nothin adds up… Because you can take away what you want…

You can be death herself if you so feel… No words ever spoken and no actions needed… Because in this world you can see without sight and like your world you can die without ever having lived…

Welcome to Neverland…

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Wounded Drummer boy… (a poem by Jack)

January 20, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

Condom wrapper…torn open… lays on a lamp stand..

The smell of used condom and remnants of a blown out candle permeate…

They are my only evidence that she was ever here…

She left as quickly as she came..

And I know I’m not supposed to grow attached, but I have..

The beat.. And rhythm of her sway is what did it… The drum of her heart is what did it…

I could hear every oscillation and found my thoughts syncing with her bass…

It’s the bass..

I need to hear it again…

But… It was supposed to be simple.. I wasn’t to be attached.. I’m to play my role..

And hope she heeds..

Hope she comes back to beat my drum one more time…

There really is no point… For I know she beats for another…

Vibrations bursting in melody.. A melody beyond lust…

I’m too insecure for all this..

Too many conclusions for my mind to jump to…

I need that drum… I need my drum… I need any drum..

Ba dum ba dum dum…..

Any sound better than the rhythmic drip of would be tears.. Of a would be sentiment… Of a would be heart.. That I haven’t had in years..

Once broken I never bothered to repair it…

So I’ve been wondering…
Beatless for years…

And maybe it’s not her particular drum but the cadence that I need.. The familiarity that I need…

The evidence of a drum beat that once carried the beat for: mind body and soul to groove along… In a boy like harmony–eager to love and not afraid of the ramifications…

But it’s those damn ramifications… That stole the beat from my drum…

The only shadow of my drum left.. Is her…

The only trace of her… Is this torn condom wrapper…

A shallow boom only meant for a night…

Ba rum pa bum bummmm…..

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Survival of the fittest.. (a poem by Jack)

January 18, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

The universe is moving on without me and I can’t keep up…

Survival of the fittest…

Yet survival of lucrative ain’t leaving room for any other…

If Negro derived from Necro what does that mean..

I’m a dead man walking and survival is futile… Or perhaps I’m a spook.. A living ghost… Here to haunt you and remind you of a world that was and is perpetually dying off…

Boo!

I fear the most. The seeds of the earth aren’t being planted on fertile soil… They are falling to the wayside.. Being gathered up.. Social deconstructed… Genetically reengineered… Bearing the fruit of lies…

How can I keep up with this world… Money rules the actions of men.. If it doesn’t meet the bottom line it doesn’t so much matter..

Bottom line is I can’t keep up… Money plants seeds in the hearts of the chosen…

I was never chosen..

I sold my kidney so my family can eat… Ironic, my kidney isn’t fit enough to survive in me but in the body of the chosen it flourishes…

My body was sold to the lust of men.. Ironic… My body wasn’t fit enough to survive in peace it must be ravaged by the desires of the chosen…

I was slaughtered in a “drive-by”… My body wasn’t fit enough to live in peace yet my organs somehow found their way to black market..

The dark road to the chosen…

At least if I can’t pay the toll… With peace of mind…I can rest assured I can leverage the salt of the earth..

This universe is trying to help but the money is too fast… It’s keeping up with the money… And leaving me left in the irony…

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The Fallen ( a poem/tale by Jack)

January 16, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

I was there when the Great City crumbled… We weren’t prepared.. All we knew was peace… And grace…

But we were attacked with unprecedented ferocity.. Creatures not of this place…thoughts foreign to this realm invaded our souls…

We crumbled.. Capitulated.. Cowered in fear of out demise.. Fire.. Hail…chaos… Tornados… Tsunamis..

Seared by the white hot…

We scattered in confusion.. Reducing ourselves to the least threatening appearance…

Carefully tucking our minds within our souls… Not to give trace to the Trackers…

Hiding amongst the animals of the earth… In a garden perhaps… Impervious…Graced with the guardians protection…

For ions…

Until one day… the bearer of light exposed us to who we once were..

This lil light of mine…

From under his protection we were casted..

Searching and scouring… Just to ignite that light once again….

Then the sons of gods found pleasant the daughters of men…

Kidnapped to caves… Concocting means of abominable reproduction… Creating atrocity after atrocity.. Until man was created in their image…

To watch.. To rule… To insure chaos..

As we speak.. I’m in a Cadillac spaceship…

Cruising the Cosmos… Outside of time… Just watching as it all unfolds..

Who am I to intervene upon what fate has made solid… I’m objective to the story until the story becomes my own…

And now I, like you, am trying to piece it all together.. I, like you, am trying to rebuild the great city…

But I know no architect.. I have no floor plan.. I am no master mason.. So where do I begin…

It’s so much easier to destroy than to build… The only remnants I have of the fallen city… Is a scorched earth and a forsaken moon…

But this lil light of mine.. I’m gonna let it shine..

Let it shine… Let it shine…

Fearless… And uninhibited… Until the Great City is built anew…

And the children of the indigo will make bright… The lights of us all…

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Twinkle… A lies radiance.. (a poem by Jack)

January 14, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

My greatest love is yet but an instrument of the devil…

Projectile vomiting a plane coercively laid out to precision..

The book of life wasn’t written by men.. But it’s words are reverberated by men.. Twisting tales to suit the desires of the storyteller…

Who tells my story but me.. It’s clear for any to read.. It’s there in plain sight… Word for word..

And yet, I still am illiterate to it’s doctrines and stimagtisms..

And my poet laureate is the whore of Babylon… I’m to trust the words.. written and passed down from generation to generation.. To be translated and orally dictated to me by a whore?

The whore of a fuckin whores..

And I believe her… Because I’m infatuated.. Not in love but in love with the thought of being in love..

And through the pale moonlight… My sins are addressed… Made evident.. And thrown in my face… These sins aren’t my story just a mere footnote..

These sins never defined me.. But let the whore tell it…

Her sweet lies, I’ve grown fond of…
As a Siren…I’m transformed… Her melodious references are constantly hypnotizing and reinforcing what I ain’t but what I should be… Such a splendid melody…

Death by desire…

Reengineer my soul while you’ll at it.. You’ve already disfigured my body.. Encroached on my birth rite..

Yet despite the lies… My story will one day rewrite itself…
DNA plastered upon the surface of the galaxy… Words.. Whispering.. Through the stardust…

My story will verberate through the twinkling of the stars…

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Holographic Sincerity (a poem by Jack)

January 12, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

I traversed on a plane of holographic ubiquity…

I was swallowed by the shallow..

I saw much… Beyond what a man ought to see…

Too much to process in one instance so time became a blur…

It sped by so swift.. I could make out the remnants of pain and protoplasm.. Succulence and serendipity… Salvation and the transfiguration of Elijah…

By the rod of Moses I penetrated reality… Slithering through souls as though avoiding innocent by standers..

Swallowing the would-be-creations of charlatans: a holographic illusion of the original..
Survival of the fittest holds true… At least in this instance it does…

Blond hair, blue eyes…

Can I reminisce.. When it was oh so intricate but the intricacy made life so pleasant.. More harmonious.. Now life’s simplicity creates so many complications..

It’s like time doesn’t travel fast enough… My third eye is glued wide shut.. Stuck in never land..

Bronze heart… Embolden spirit…

Delivered my mind and the rest was soon to follow… By the word of creation… The sonic vibe of a Big Bang… I’m free… Free from myself to express myself however I see fit…

And as I maneuver through ubiquitous terrain… I see all things are made possible because all possibilities existed and continue to do so…

From hologram to reality to back…

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Never Land (a poem by Jack)

January 10, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

Unfortunate…

I’ve become a victim of habits.. Cursed by the monotony of my own mundane creation..

Tell me… When you see us… Who do you think we are?

A product of form, habit and function.. If so the future is bleak… And if we were to believe you.. The future is dire…

It means we are lost in never-land… Not never never land because that would be an impossible oxymoron..

But never land.. The land where the cursed exchange free will for the possibility of happenstance… A place where there is no dark… Because there is nothing hidden.. Nothing is of your own…

All that was hidden is willingly given away…

Never land… A place of inexistence.. Where lack of existence is so prevalent it becomes the norm…

A place where there are no victims only numbers.. Numbers go on for ever… They pave the road of never land.. Death in numbers.. Disbursement in numbers…greed by numbers.. Nameless infinite numbers that harbor no feelings just gluttony and hypersexuality(numbers love to reproduce)….

No one leaves never land…

Why would they?

You can die over and over and still feel the same..

Besides you couldn’t escape if you wanted to…

This is of our creation.. The heaven of our hell is the hell of our heaven..

Welcome to never land.. Where each day is as innocuously delightful as the next..

The happiest state of mind you will ever know…because the ending is as the beginning…

And we all know how it will end…

How unfortunate…

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Hourglass of men….(a poem by Jack)

January 9, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

As the sands of time trickle… My fate is dispersed one grain at a time….

Black sand and rose gold…

I’ve been a god since inception…

I will remain a god through this false assimilation…

And erroneous indoctrination

I’m just not in touch with the world anymore… It both saddens me and worries me…

I watch as granule after granule slowly falls… Human emotion bottled up.. Looking for an excuse to explode… Destroying and ravaging body after body… Soul after soul… Mind after mind…

Atop Mt Olympus I look down in be-wonderment… Is this who I am to live among… Is this what I have created myself to be…

I’m out of touch with reality and reality doesn’t even so much care as to embrace me…

It just keeps on going with the sands of time.. It’s destination unknown… It just keeps picking up souls along the way.. A bandwagon full of wayward souls.. Led astray… Just along for the ride…

To who knows where..

For who knows what..

Til time runs out and reality leaves them behind…

And they are gathered together in a cesspool… An amalgamation of man and man’s image: the manifestation of confusion and artificiality’s love child.

From dust they were not wholly formed
yet from dust they shall utterly return..

One granule at a time…

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Justifiable Atrocity (a poem by Jack)

January 6, 2015 jacktrismegistus Leave a comment

How do you cure a justifiable atrocity…

How can I shed tears for a self inflicted wound…

A wound that gave my soul life but by the cost of another…

I said sorry but I’m not sorry..

I feel sorry but I’m not sorry…

Your tears minus well be mine… I feel everything you do… Only difference is masochism…

The pain grants me joy… And her smile makes my heart smile.. But that’s only incidental…

It was all so simple… There was an us… And I hated myself for it… So I redefined myself… And hate myself all the same.. But now I have hope..

Hope because your suffering is proof love does exist… And the callus around my heart is proof evil don’t… No evil… Just the infliction of misery from one man to another… Reciprocated and refracted like light bouncing off a mirror…

So can you see my mistake.. Does the light of my truth reflect as honesty or refracted as just another half truth… Just another lie looking to justify my actions…

A man can rationalize just about anything… It’s what separates us from the animals…

And that’s how I justify curing such an atrocity…

Forgive me… For all beauty finds its derivatives in destructive means…

Let that beauty fulfill itself and renew our souls..

And one day… You too will justify my atrocity….

inglorious Resurrection

Category Archives: Poems

Neverland part 1 — beta tested.. Welcome… (a poem by Jack)

Wounded Drummer boy… (a poem by Jack)

Survival of the fittest.. (a poem by Jack)

The Fallen ( a poem/tale by Jack)

Twinkle… A lies radiance.. (a poem by Jack)

Holographic Sincerity (a poem by Jack)

Never Land (a poem by Jack)

Hourglass of men….(a poem by Jack)

Justifiable Atrocity (a poem by Jack)

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