The voices always come when you’re alone

Puncture wounds stab the web of time.
The smell of unread books virginal in their sincerity
Skeletal remains of a long dead wonder

From the mouth of Cronus
Few can see
It shimmers in and out of Plank’s constant
While dogs bark in trailer parks
And Mothers cry over the death of junkie Sons
Hung on meat hooks
Skin the color of blue sky

The proper people
In shimmering Samite robes
lay claim to performance
They do not eat
They perform
Manipulating gold wrought utensils
Like maestros on a solitary stage
Dining on the marinated tongues of seers

Death is all around me
I hear and see the slow tick of doomsday clocks superimposed on the face of strangers
Feathers fall to Earth shredded by dark raptors that patrol the sky in formations of winged skulls
The winds hold its breath
I feel its distaste
I hear the splash and smell the stench of urine
While singers sing the wonder of creation
The soft skin of reptile eggs
Suck at the hardness of the world

Bar coded children born old
Die young
Eviscerated survivors
Huddle around cold fires
With wild eyes
That sees only
Flat seas
Constant deserts
Promises wrapped in barbed wire
Electric fences
Unscalable walls
Moats of gold fire licks at Heaven’s broken gate
Creaking in soft wind
Its unearthly moan tells the world
No one is home

Deities are like that, you got thousand of choices and they’ve been around longer than toothpaste or deodorants. Ya got your monotheists, polytheist, ya got Gods as celestial objects, nature, inanimate objects, Shit, Native Americans believed in a giant turtle, no shit and ya wonder why they lost all their land? Their God was much too slow to help them and by the time the fucker got it’s head out of it’s shell their land was gone. Poof. Never pick a Turtle.

Gods have been around since we collectedly realized we were all pretty much fucked in this world. So If bad things happened our God(s) was pissed so we had to please him by gathering laurel leaves, sacrificing goats, virgins, our kids whatever as long as we didn’t have to sacrifice ourselves. We are indeed a selfish lot. But it gave us the delusion of input or control into why we are always getting fucked over. It gave us a process for input or influence into Reality which is basically the randomness inherent in our existence. This process is religion, a structured means to influence our God(s) of choice regardless of how bizarre that process might be.

This write is a sorta like a movie review. I will rate who I consider the coolest, meanest and most dynamite God(s) to choose from so you don’t have to think too much I mean who likes to think, right? Soo…

The list is far too long so I’m gonna get rid of a few thousand with some basic rules I think we all can agree on.

I’m highly suspicious of any Religion less than 1500 years old they go right in the hopper. Let’s face it if your God was asleep for most of recorded Human history and decided to show up say in 1830 as he apparently did to Joseph Smith;well he ain’t much of a God, or he has some kind of sleep disorder. Savvy? So the Church of Latter day Saints or Mormon God goes bye bye. Same goes for the Jehovah Witnesses which were founded in 1852, not only will I shit can their God but I urge the immediate execution of all it’s members. Who can argue with that?

All the “ticism’s” such as Zoroastrianism or Mysticism or Asceticism while they’ve been around a long time. I just don’t like the sound of their names, too fucking long And if I don’t like the name of your religion then they get shit canned also.

All the eastern religions such as Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism go out the window simply because I have no idea what the fuck they are talking about. Nirvana? what the fuck is that? Ain’t it a band? Besides the dickheads I see in America who think they’re cool because they walk around saying Namaste get on my nerves. Those religions require shit like meditation, spiritualism, concern for all life forms and as an American I have no time for that shit.

The Roman Gods? Fuck them too. They are Italians and I hate Italians besides the Romans never had an original thought in their lives, check it out. They stole the Greek Gods basically word for word they change their names to planets, Aphrodite became Venus, Zeus became Jupiter. So fuck the ginnies and their Gods.

Now the meat and potatoes.
Greek Gods were hands down the coolest Gods out there. I believe the forced retirement of all the Greek Gods from the deity pantheon the greatest spiritual tragedy in our lives. Take Zeus, all he wanted to do was get laid, no shit his whole Godhood was involved with getting Pussy. He even fucked his sister. And the shit he did for pussy was astounding disguising himself as a bull, a bird. Now I thought I was inventive in getting laid Zeus was… well a God at it. And they were petty, revengeful, selfish, mean, self centered. Just like us. Yea, I miss Olympus.

The Nordic Gods ya know Odin, Thor, Loki they scare the shit outta me them fuckers just wanted to fight, maim and kill. They never had time for fucking cause they were fighting all the time. Yea, Asgard was one large keg party that got out of hand. But they do have some cool stories.

Now the Monotheistic heavyweights.
Judaism which is old testament God. Well as pricks go the Jewish God was a real prick. That fucker killed people for fun, flooded the earth, destroyed cities. Yahweh had absolutely no sense of humor. Not sure if he ever did one kind thing, I’m serious, it was like he was constantly constipated and took it out on mankind. The Jewish God was a paranoid fuck always testing people to see if they loved him. He even fucked over Moses. Got news for you Jew God you’re a real Cocksucker and nobody loves you! And for you Jews out there you can think what ya want but maybe he’s not coming back it’s been at least 3000 years perhaps it’s time to take that extra serving of dinnerware off the table.

Islam, they barely make the cut making its first appearance to some towel head in the sixth century A.D.. These dudes are borderline eastern religion and I’m not sure what the fuck they’re talking about either. They took the old and new testament did a quick rewrite and told the world, “Hey, we found a new God!” Really? Where was he hiding? In the desert? Hey if I was a God that’s where I would hide, no scenery, no water, perfect. Islam and Christianity share a common bond, they have the most fucked up radical followers of any religion. And you can’t fuck with their religion either they get all prissy about it. Which of course requires me to say, fuck you Islam and fuck you Mohammed. You’re nothing more than an expansion team!

Finally Christianity
My inculcated faith. Christianity has a real identity crises cause you got Catholics, Episcopalians, Lutherans, Methodist. It’s like make up your fucking minds will ya? Christianity is one big mind fuck no one knows what they believe in. It’s all new testament about this cat named Jesus. Now Jesus was a pretty cool guy he threw some nasty fish and wine parties and the shit never ran out. The trouble with Jesus as a deity is that he really got fucked over in the end. And deep down inside every Christian wonders, “Wow, if God did that to his son what the fuck is he going to do to me?”

As religions go Christianity is a logical nightmare and all the christian writers really had to do some creative writing to explain Christianity. “Jesus was God, no I mean the Son of God, no I mean a part of the Holy Trinity, and we drink his blood and eat his body at mass” No we’re not cannibals it’s like, eh… symbolic” and “Who the fuck made up that Virgin birth story? How the fuck do we explain that!” “ Yea Christian writers are top notch they have to be.

Well there you have it my place in hell once again firmly established. Now I hear you “What do you believe in Odd?” I have a strange way of thinking and I come at “God” kinda backwards. Cause I know evil exists, I see it, it’s real and it’s a spiritual entity that is here on earth right now. So there has to be a good or a God so to speak cause if there wasn’t we would have killed each other long ago. Now don’t ya hate when I’m serious?

Respectfully submitted,
The Oddest of Poets

Words written in Human excrement
Smeared across aged brick
Proclaim the death of truth
Who wanders aimlessly
A mendicant seeking…
Always seeking…

Neon illuminates burnt souls
With store bought smiles
And snake oil pockets
Flashing credit cards
Like Gunslingers
Carrying Coupons
Written in third world blood

The Book with need
The Pen with passion
Lie covered
With collective indifference
Who would grasp the Ink?
Who would give voice?

Invisible tears
Mingle with flotsam and jetsam of the real
Blaring trumpets announce Phony Poets
Selling words and tin hearts
Passion hangs on a roadside bar
Feet kicking
Tongue lolling
With a face the shade
Of Martha Stewart’s bed sheet du Jour

It rather die than live here

It lays in garbage strewed alleys
Abandoned
Who will grasp the Ink?
Who will give voice?

Consuming essence
best left for
Children’s innocence?

Wouldst thy shed skin
And life
for
a butterflies
Errant Path?

Dance to a falling leaf
in Autumns pain?

A drunkards folly
in muted scream?

The flayed skin of truth
Crying imaginary sin?

Would it be
The Die
Rolls
For purpose?

That the Random Gods
Do so shudder
at Happenstance?

Would it be the clenched tear
Finds
resolution
In
Linens gentle catch

Eat not thy Tail Ourboras
Seek truths gentle caress
Let her dictates
love you

Seek her embrace
And know
The truth
of pain.

Wouldst thy tail
be
An
End
Unto
itself?

How your perfection mocks me

Floating on gentle current

Adhering to immutable laws

As kingdoms of men rot in dusty tombs

Ratios and proportions established

Before the Pharaohs were young

Before the ancestors of man walked upright

Unconcerned with the trivialities of the world

As kinfolk pop and burst upon the lilac scented air

Do you know the mysteries you carry?

Do you ponder your mortality?

Question your purpose?

Can you plumb the depths of this world?

Pierce the shadows that claim the light?

See inside a woman’s heart?

Give meaning to the madness I see?

I am flawed

A convergence of nucleic acids

Coded by uncaring madmen at the theater of the absurd

I am the upside of the die

The tumbling leaf tossed to and fro

by uncaring breeze

The spinning wheel whose destination

Yet determined

You care little for the truths that drifts beside you

That affirm you

Spherical truths of an omnipotent God

Who taunts me

Bubbles…

Only Bubbles

]]> http://oddpoetworld.com/2010/01/15/bubbles/feed/ 0 http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/26/golgotha/ http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/26/golgotha/#comments Sun, 27 Dec 2009 02:02:56 +0000 Eddie Mount http://oddpoetworld.com/?p=414 Pale and brooding Golgotha

Built upon Aphrodite’s withered flesh

Her ancient bones seeking succor

Scorned, supplanted in eternal rest

Looming shadows placate evil

Messianic rumblings challenged death

Painted bosoms swell with passion

In orgasmic shuddered breath

Oh Golgotha no light can pierce thy soul

Yet gloried in remembrance

Making maimed sinners whole

Oh Aphrodite in dreamless sleep you rage

Priapic Phallics engorged in adoration

Gather dust of a bygone age

Weary wanderers wearing heartache

Their song a damaged howl

Pallid faces fashion tears

Hidden by a simple cowl

Golgotha

No light can pierce thy veil

Death and mystery
Weaves the cloak you wear

Gentle Aphrodite

Is forgotten

Which is more than she can bear

She cries

Beauty fades

She cries

Beauty

]]> http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/26/golgotha/feed/ 0 http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/11/20/guinevere/ http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/11/20/guinevere/#comments Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:58:47 +0000 Eddie Mount http://oddpoetworld.com/?p=7 Guinevere
Lay beside me
Let us lie upon silver clouds
Huddled in Blankets of rainbow
Bathe in essential starlight
Each point of light diaphanousness portals
To what never was
But might yet come to pass
Where this bitter world does not exist
Where tears are never shed
Each new day a mystery
An unopened present
A child’s contented heart



Guinevere
Do not speak
Words are clumsy useless constructs
The mere cackling of crows
Let the quickening of our hearts
And the trembling of our flesh
Sing our song



Let angelic choirs sing rhapsodic counterpoint
Let the maestros of yore
play celestial instruments
Shaking the heavens
In thunderous melody
Where even the dour Gods smile and nod
Knowingly



Guinevere
I am lost in your eyes
Falling helplessly to an essential core
The eye of the storm
The center of all things
I am no longer who I was
Merging, melding, blending
Into something new
Distinct
Pure
What never existed before
Yet older than the ancient bones of Gaia



Guinevere
Your name is the soft caress of a midnight breeze
A glorious spring day
A gentle rain that succors parched earth
A balm that heals a broken heart



Guinevere…
Guinevere…
Guinevere…



A single tear rolls down my cheek
It is my gift to you