C. Dana Evans 

Bad
 
Make a laundry list
your own personal
hell on wheels
 
So bad
but is it really
 
Curse your luck
you shoot your foot
you are what you invoke
 
Why act now
add emotion
to the evil
first you own it
then it owns you
 
Flash flood
where's the boat
a bridge
watch untouched
by rage
rantings of the
tortured mind
 
so bad
but is it really
 
Wait
clouds passing
sun peaking
bright beams
golden lining
 
unseen to
priests of the
belly button
 
Because
lives the life of a dog.

Da'ath
  
Da'ath
poised in
detachment
contemplation
of origins
evil, ego, will, destiny
Coaglia Solvé
 
Cast oneself
against the rocky shore
of mystery, abandonment
destiny
Nothing can be done.
Cry out! Cry out!
Annubis!
Opener of the ways
Lion of the abyss
Bull of the night
Eli Eli Lama Sabacthani!
 
Nothing is done
Nothing is real
Nothing matters
Nothing happens
 
Bliss
The sunrise is the sunrise
The Sunrise Is!
Hail unto thee who art Ra!
The day is the day
The Day Is!

Bliss

For All is nothing
and nothing is real.

Avoiding the subject
Bitter poison darts
thrown in genuine hate
complete contempt
society's war of the sexes
Battleground on the homefront
the he said she said
evil boogie down blasting rod
the bastard and the bitch
rearing their ugly heads
 
But, we're avoiding the subject
for the sake of our love
 
Oil on water
rushes to slick
on the surface
too much and it sinks
to the depths
 
There is a Tao
to this dance
this sad compromise
because maybe
the war
is someone else's idea
of a good time
 
So we avoid the subject
for the sake of our love
 
Maybe the words
stand for a feeling
and not
themselves
the actions are
reactions
A chaos
starting
with the fall
of a domino.

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