An Illuminated Three

by E. Shaun Russell

We Shall Not Be Moved

How is it that the 'great ones' of the world
Can stand upon the feet of true success?
How can the world thrive in its excess?
Everything we say is not approved,
And We Shall Not Be Moved

How is it that the falsities of life
Can be conveyed to many of all men?
How is it done time and time again?
Anything we show is never proved,
And We Shall Not Be Moved

The power is held in the sturdy right hand
Of the leaders of every militant land;
The truth all belongs to circumstance,
The twenty-three pillars of organized chance:
(But We Shall Not Be Moved)

How is it that all political vice
Boils down to the same old preset choice?
How is it that limits are placed on the voice
Which stands for all ethics and all that it loved?
And We Shall Not Be Moved

In the confusion of all conspiracy,
There is only one truth that I can see:
I won't be moved --will you?

Illumination


Well, Hell --I say the world's got flaws,
Thirteen fears and a forlorn cause,
Everything I see has many sides,
Not quite obscure as the Devil hides

I can't shake the feeling it's a conspiracy,
Illuminated lies and numerology,
I can't help thinking there's a fifth skin
Under primordial three and the second sin;

The pyramid's eye is never hidden:
The sacred truth is not forbidden,
It's so apparent --it's in plain sight,
Simplicity shrouded in luminescent light;

Well, Hell --I say the world's got flaws,
Belittled order and sneaky laws,
Guided hands create the lie:
A constructed myth, unseen alibi;

I can't shake the feeling it's a conspiracy,
It's shown itself throughout history:
The dollar-bill, the twenty-three,
The assassination of Kennedy;

The pyramid's eye is never hidden,
Illumination's horse is ever ridden
To the very brink of a dictation
Unless there is a realization...

Well, Hell --I say the world's got flaws,
Atlantis lost and Shangri-Las,
Illumination on what we should see:
Anything but conspiracy.

The One Between

The spears enter the heart of order
And the chaos which it brings,
Tears fall from the broken border...
The madness of which it sings;

If only my soul could be persuaded
To believe all that I am told,
Perhaps my mind couldn't be invaded
Or my sunbeams shaded...

All Hail Discordia.

My heart yearns for the murdered morning
And all that it has to say,
The gifted hands of Life adorning
Me with words I'll never obey,

You and me
Are lunacy
You and me
Barely free

All Hail Discordia.

I awake to see I'm not infallible
Shame on me...shame on me...shame,
My emotions are too damned palpable
But I refuse to take the blame,

And if only my soul could be persuaded
To believe all that I am told
Perhaps my mind couldn't be invaded
Or my moonbeams raided

All Hail Discordia.

Heaven help me if I've sinned,
Shame on me...shame on me...shame,
May my brimstone ashes be scattered by wind:
Ingredi externi non serviam

You and me
Are lunacy
You and me
Dost Sol decree

All Hail Discordia.

The watery raindrops upon my head,
The epoch torture...Eris laughed,
A voice of hope, a feeling of dread,
Chaos tamed --Ewige Blumenkraft

Somewhere there is a setting sun,
A mission failed, a purpose lost:
Ali a la alibi...
Lady Luna's lunacy crossed

Shame on me...shame on me...shame
Shame on me...shame on me...shame
Shame on me...shame on me...shame
My fortune stays the same

All Hail Discordia.


I've been doing some experimenting with different ways of writing poetry. The vast majority of all the decent poetry I have written to date (almost 200) have been quite limited in style...a sort of self discipline I guess. But lately, I have started to remove the limits and find a freer way of writing. Believe it or not, I find it harder to write without limits than with limits. Since it is often quite hard for me to be objective about my own work, I'm not totally sure whether my writing is better with the limits or without.

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