More Perfect Union
Capture all the network news.
Draft the master plan.
Tap the lines of scripted truth.
Censor Uncle Sam.
But a God like one of us.
Fraction of the fold.
Millionth portion of the trust.
Acting out a role.
By the people for the same.
More democracy.
Price of people's trust again.
Your presidency.
And worlds hold government.
The majority.
And worlds hold all of it.
Every monarchy.
Once divided may it fall.
World government.
Once united may it draw.
Your retirement.
For the worlds know the stage.
You support the act.
All the worlds just the same.
Take the power back.
All told, the alien frauds
Powers of deceit,
Mediums for selfish cause,
They the worlds reap.
D.R.D. [Alias, Etznab Mathers] - 02/02/06
1st revision - 02/03/06 2nd revision - 02/04/06
3rd revision - 02/05/06 4th revision -
02/12/06
5th revision - 03/22/06
Where Truth Lies
I know not a Master
Apart from the Spirit of same.
Not even One, or a God,
Outside of any other frame.
Truly what I know,
As the Spirit of Light and Sound,
Has not another witness
For experience to be found.
Living with truth
That no state can hide,
With Soul I know this
Unalienable right.
Come what may and come what might,
Given the truth,
What more can preside?
D.R.D. [a.k.a. Etznab Mathers] - 03/19/06
1st Punctuation revision - 03/22/06
2nd Punctuation revision - 05/13/06
Puppet Master
Reminder of time and space
Are you the subject,
Attached by the hands of fate
Moving a puppet.
Defined by your assistance,
Words shelter meaning;
Echo a living witness
Transfer the feeling.
D.R.D. [a.k.a., Etznab Mathers] - 05/13/06
Divine Amnesia
If God stood for everything
That you surrender,
Could God be a memory
That you remember?
That God could be anything
Without taking form,
Must you imagine everything
For God to be born?
You for creation who pray,
One devoid of form.
You for direction who wait,
On God to inform.
D.R.D. [a.k.a., Etznab Mathers] - 05/13/06
Wearing It Well
Spirit of matter
In the sense that you can form
Where do you gather
Material to be worn?
Decloaking thyself
Dividing from the secret
By what are you felt
When your life is repeated?
Oh hidden wardrobe
Housing a body to match
Being immortal
How I imagine you act.
D.R.D. [a.k.a., Etznab Mathers] - 06/04/06
World War
Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich writing the laws, the poor biting their jaws.
The rich owning the news, the poor moaning the blues.
Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich getting richer, the poor getting sicker.
The rich depending on healthcare, the poor depending on welfare.
Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich cooking like pigs, the poor looking like twigs.
The rich protected from harm, the poor collecting their arms.
Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich looking for soldiers, the poor crossing their borders.
The rich begging for voters, the poor shrugging their shoulders.
Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich making concessions, the poor making investments.
The rich facing public opinion, the poor waiting to skin them.
Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich failing to carry the weight, the poor waiting to seal their
fate.
The rich counting on countermeasures, the poor counting
on sunken treasures.
Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich smarting to need the poor, the poor marching to even the score.
The rich conceding to kneel the more, the poor competing to heal the sore.
D.R.D. [a.k.a., Etznab Mathers] - 07/29/06
