I was really feeling inspired tonight, and I desired to write a poem. Enjoy.
The Lure King
by M. Russo
Lo! The trumpet blasts,
and the line moves on through the great parade.
The private chariots roll throughout the streets,
screeching that lively chorus,
crying out ‘do as your told,
and do not do as you are told’
The signs have been sold,
so that the shines may be sold.
The Signs beckon the chariot’s Eye,
“take and ravish us!!!”
The sirens wail,
calming that heavenly chorus,
but the habits of old,
die only for the NEW.
Look to the sky,
the New Age cries,
something they cannot take.
They say “Seize it.”
Blinded by the light of the bright,
I cannot.
Yet look ahead,
see how that one leaves hers.
As we all do.
But only to satiate the desire,
to read the Signs,
to know the Signs.
Just now she signals,
and now she has left.
But inside,
And the war goes on.
“Change!!!
Keep it!!!”
The war bellow cries out once more,
and the other serf smiles.
“Desire, Desire, Desire
and if not
Fire!!!”
The angel glances down,
with the weight of 100s of kilos,
the Signs have entered them too.
A great symbiosis.
And that orgasmic Xperience,
so central to it.
But look to the battles,
deadly in both manners,
and wonder.
But what is wonder, but a desire?
“Desire, Desire, Desire
and if not
Fire!!!”
The spell is cast,
they know you.
Better than anyone,
they own you.
Desire, on his throne, the Lure King.
His palace of impossible beauty,
unobtainable, or perhaps not?
Evil belongs to the Lure King,
and he shall never give it up,
or shall he?
It takes nothing for the Lure King to seize the sky,
even blinded by love,
as long as he sees it.
“Believe,
and do not grow wary,
the end is near”
The Signs call out.
“No death to the end”
The Signs call out.
Where am?
The Signs will tell you.
Who am I?
The Signs will tell you.
What am I?
The Signs will tell you.
Why am I?
The Signs will tell you.
Who am I?
but a desire.
I am good?
but a desire.
What am I to do?
but a desire.
The Lure King does nothing
but owns all evil
How?
but a desire.
Why the brightness?
but a desire
Why the pain?
but a desire
Why?
but a desire.
I am happy.
But a desire.
How can I think?
but a desire.
How can I think?
but a desire.
How can I…
Lo! The trumpet blasts,
and the line moves on through the great parade.
The Lure King
by M. Russo
Lo! The trumpet blasts,
and the line moves on through the great parade.
The private chariots roll throughout the streets,
screeching that lively chorus,
crying out ‘do as your told,
and do not do as you are told’
The signs have been sold,
so that the shines may be sold.
The Signs beckon the chariot’s Eye,
“take and ravish us!!!”
The sirens wail,
calming that heavenly chorus,
but the habits of old,
die only for the NEW.
Look to the sky,
the New Age cries,
something they cannot take.
They say “Seize it.”
Blinded by the light of the bright,
I cannot.
Yet look ahead,
see how that one leaves hers.
As we all do.
But only to satiate the desire,
to read the Signs,
to know the Signs.
Just now she signals,
and now she has left.
But inside,
And the war goes on.
“Change!!!
Keep it!!!”
The war bellow cries out once more,
and the other serf smiles.
“Desire, Desire, Desire
and if not
Fire!!!”
The angel glances down,
with the weight of 100s of kilos,
the Signs have entered them too.
A great symbiosis.
And that orgasmic Xperience,
so central to it.
But look to the battles,
deadly in both manners,
and wonder.
But what is wonder, but a desire?
“Desire, Desire, Desire
and if not
Fire!!!”
The spell is cast,
they know you.
Better than anyone,
they own you.
Desire, on his throne, the Lure King.
His palace of impossible beauty,
unobtainable, or perhaps not?
Evil belongs to the Lure King,
and he shall never give it up,
or shall he?
It takes nothing for the Lure King to seize the sky,
even blinded by love,
as long as he sees it.
“Believe,
and do not grow wary,
the end is near”
The Signs call out.
“No death to the end”
The Signs call out.
Where am?
The Signs will tell you.
Who am I?
The Signs will tell you.
What am I?
The Signs will tell you.
Why am I?
The Signs will tell you.
Who am I?
but a desire.
I am good?
but a desire.
What am I to do?
but a desire.
The Lure King does nothing
but owns all evil
How?
but a desire.
Why the brightness?
but a desire
Why the pain?
but a desire
Why?
but a desire.
I am happy.
But a desire.
How can I think?
but a desire.
How can I think?
but a desire.
How can I…
Lo! The trumpet blasts,
and the line moves on through the great parade.