Right, this is the last in a series of poems which have used a particular rhyme scheme to make their effect known. Now, if you thought mythology was just the preserve of the Greeks or the Romans or whoever else did you know that the Christian faith is built upon this kind of thing also? The early Church stamped it all out of their history books but it survives in external material and in fact in the first book of the whole Bible, Genesis.
There's always that nagging doubt with human beings and how we fit into the scale of evolution; we're so far in advance of any progenitor that it's highly doubtful we got to where we are naturally. Enter DNA tampering species number one, and then little known, DNA tampering species number two, both breaking the cosmic covenant which you probably best know from Star Trek, don't interfere in the development of alien species.
So, here's what I've been able to piece together from reading undertaken into this subject over the years and I have to say to the creative mind it's highly appealing (the scientific mind will have nothing of it!). We haven't done anything wrong, you see, humans I mean we just got messed round with and then manipulated by some of the most twisted minds which ever roved the cosmos. Oh enough, come on, read my spiel, this is Outer Darkness...
From Outer Darkness swaggered
Right across the face our planet
Drunken Groom Night staggered.
Refrain was wholly vile,
Really it belonged in swamp
With dirty crocodile –
‘We’re here upon your home,
We’re going to take your women,
All four corners this world roam.
We won’t even wed them,
Leaving them in disarray
Whilst we stroll off upon our way;
They’re vain and love attention,
Give them just a little bit
And they fall your detention,
How they fall your feet,
Keen to follow, serve and have
You master of their beat’.
Though, council matters dawned,
Attendance was compulsory
If minutes often yawned.
In the history of deep space,
Usually wasting hours upon
Each pointless, empty case.
Of importance, safe to say
The first stank more corrupt
Than did the last of that array,
A bunch of sneering slaves,
Poke their noses from dank caves.
god’s accuser proud,
(Eventually mistaken for
The devil and his crowd),
Of ruin and damnation,
Better for him would have been
Give darkness a vacation.
Who know the story well,
He turned Job’s life from here
Into a wretched, woeful hell
If taken on its own,
Compounded irredeemable
When god agreed from throne.
The doors flung open wide,
Abuse whatever human being
Neared you on the tide.
The floodgates broadened out,
Pillage, rape and hate each other
Stick the trough your snout.
If we returned to source,
How evil came into our world,
Its thick and downward course,
Responsible were we,
Adam, Eve tricked serpent,
Oh again the devil he,
No Flood to punish sin,
Tsunami spreading over Earth
When planet crashed our kin.
Tower to reach the stars,
See the builders aimed to reach
Way station then on Mars.
Not for their wicked state,
But war between the giants
Sealed these cities’ windy fate.
They saw it from their craft,
Orbiting the planet Earth
Came into view full aft,
A runway clear the dirt,
Had other alien species
Here already lifted skirt?
They set down, left their saucer,
Stretching, yawning, taking in
A world before Geoff Chaucer.
Consulted quite his work,
They would have learnt that loving God
Was better than Him twerk.
Samyaza was his name,
He the real Devil, villain,
Watcher Chief to blame
From pinch to genocide,
Thoroughly unpleasant fellow
With which to collide.
That this dreaded fellow
Led his brethren oath and curse
And in that manner bellow,
Ogling, gazing down
From up above this mountain
On Earth women, be their crown.
‘Fornicate to death
These whores and harlots, slags and sluts
And with their dying breath
So they your senses smell,
Intoxicate them with your hate,
They’ll beg you then to dwell
Our new home let it be,
Away from those Archangels
Never letting us play free.’
Two hundred watchers drunk
Upon the thought of ‘how’s your father’,
Touching earth-girl junk.
I’ll spare the details, sure,
Enough to know that nine months later
Giant offspring bore,
Conspirators our past,
But not the alien species which
Did first our homestead blast.
You giants of new day,
Sex and violence your bedfellows
Mealtime disarray,
Became the normal new,
Until post-Truth delivered up
A messianic crew.
And Hahyah with their strength
Subdued the dread Leviathan,
Incised upon its length,
And Og the ancient king,
Thirteen feet in height
His Bashan throne a weighty thing.
Genesis as well,
Is old enough in chapter six
To comment on the swell
Says that God was mad,
Real angry with them and their offspring
Making Heaven sad,
Flood to kill them all,
Actually he couldn’t for
He was only god, so small.
And us, yes human beings quite,
There is a wrath, there is a rage
Keeps Justice in our sight,
We born to observe,
But all of that in later chapter
I will to you serve.
Azazel by name,
Just as evil and corrupt
Samyaza he the same.
For he led man astray,
And woman too in her deception
Practiced to this day.
To those who’d ready learn,
Slaves before they knew themselves,
New prestige they might earn,
Demonic in their sphere,
Even good folk know them
Samuel’s Endor Saul to fear.
Women how to plaster
Make-up over all their faces
Men to work disaster.
As did the Shakespeare bard,
Why can’t women look more pretty,
If their calling card?
To see a lady plain,
Without blusher, lipstick,
Or indeed eyeshadow stain.
Not seek her more attraction?
Men will forge the same
Illusion, ego their distraction.
For now was not my care,
Although we’d best beware
Wheat’s separation tare,
Chief and right hand of God’s throne,
Was tasked begin a War in Heaven
Watchers overblown.
The water, not just once but twice,
Mankind had he been tampered with
Like vulnerable lab mice.
Now fruit of his dominion,
Evil rampaged everywhere
Its flux his own opinion.
Lies, deceit and murder,
Ego undermining
Self’s Life-giving iron girder.
Raphael was charged by God
To bind Azazel then to cast him
Down abyssal sod.
These four Archangels warred
Against two hundred Watchers
Oh, the heavens fell discord,
Whole planet blew entire,
Smashed to smithereens then form
The asteroid belt its pyre.
Over with the Son of Man,
From the Abyss lip until
The whole the fallen clan
Angelic prison bound,
Raguel keeping guard with Phanuel,
Exorcism’s hound.
Faithful only he,
Advising fallen others
Pray forgiveness, claim the key
The hole down which were thrown,
If only knew he that their chance
Had now been overblown.
And so will we be too
If Ego is in charge
When death day fetches me and you,
Will we join in lake of fire,
Second death upon us
Drowned annihilation’s mire,
With which we can be saved,
Grow up, replace that word three
Letters, better be behaved
Though that is opening mile,
But thoroughly repenting for
Our previous life of bile,
Replaced mature concern,
Not being fooled and tricked
By all the money we can earn.
A storyteller mighty,
But the Flood and Eden Babel
Stories are they flighty,
Irruption Evil world
Than wicked Watchers from Mount Hermon
Behaviour gross unfurled.
Of these wretched folk,
We carry seeds within us
Causing others runny yolk.
Guilt for sin Original,
Why would loving Father
Stick a tree so quite provisional,
Fore and aft of time,
It makes no sense, it isn’t loving
Care for all our clime?
The story quite corrupt,
And in collective conscious
Are we burdened, hands they cupped
Good news of His rising,
But to drink the blood
And find ourselves at court assizing.
Progenitors now gone,
And with arrival of the Watchers
Second time a con,
For that we’ve been played,
Manipulated to believe
We should be e’er afraid,
Lake District holiday,
The ruins are delightful and
The river is a stay,
As heavenly I’ve heard,
If ever peace on Earth there came
Would here make known its Word.
It’s only down the road,
My wife and I in little bedroom
Terrified its code –
It feels so ghastly dark,
As though some ghost had banished sun
From ever shining hark.
Malignity
In chapel of Ham House at Richmond
Desperate exit key.
Bequeathed a sum of cash,
Enables us to honeymoon
Away from England’s dash.
A seat upon the ocean,
Watching sunset coming on
With humblest of devotion.
That’s what I think the scene,
On borrowed time improve ourselves
Or never more be seen,
Too heavy for some fellows,
If we mess around each other
Flames consume our bellows.
First year, no second quite,
Madness has infected me
With spittle and its spite
Is eating at my brain,
I’m only nineteen though
And didn’t know of this refrain.
I write of it the past,
There’s definitely evil here
My dinner and repast.
Are trying to tempt me in,
Clawing for me their abyss
My awful, horrid sin
Somehow manage I,
Grace divine is working on me
Coming from the sky,
And at Sorrento’s beauty,
Lucky am I for the chance
To see such, from my duty.
A father and his son,
Approaching Mount Moriah,
Temple Mount before begun,
Relationship of power,
Asymmetrical the two
As the approaching hour
Held angel’s intervention,
Surely story here depicted
One of true intention?
Certain is it not,
Whoever claims so is dissembling
Stupid, dumbass clot!
Ark Covenant it holds,
Destroyed by Babylonians
Who took object for their fold.
Jesus overturning tables
House of prayer God’s station
Seventy AD
Anno Domini much grander
Common Era twee.
1997,
Chosen phrase banal to stop offending
All but Heaven,
Have conquered quite entire
Any notion of the past
Consigned to funeral pyre.
Third Temple there to build,
Coming of Messiah Jewish,
Not the rabbi killed.
Rejects this man divine;
Al Aqsa Mosque such holy site
Non-Muslims fall from line.
Carrying final Prophet to
The Temple Mount’s full height.
In a prayer profound,
Strange that is the second time
I’ve heard that worded sound.
To Heaven’s very stead
In greeting other prophets
Who all recognised he led
The others shied away,
Instructions were then given
By the Absolute to pray
Met that most important word
With all its power and connotation
Hope we may be heard
The person on their knees
In supplication to Almighty
Forgoes exit fees –
News upon their way,
Are listened to upstairs
Despite their consequent foray,
Ill fortune leap upon their back,
But interceding they for goodness
Their reward won’t lack.
That truth of origin ours be known,
Until its wide acceptance
Will war sweep the planet blown;
But deception, lies,
And covering up what really happened
Care for that disguise,
Down the knotted road,
And historic overload.