Outer Darkness

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...

The sons of god came manifest,
From Outer Darkness swaggered
Right across the face our planet
Drunken Groom Night staggered.

Arm in arm they sang a song,
Refrain was wholly vile,
Really it belonged in swamp
With dirty crocodile –

‘We are the sons of god,’ they crooned,
‘We’re here upon your home,
We’re going to take your women,
All four corners this world roam.

We are going to bed them,
We won’t even wed them,
Leaving them in disarray
Whilst we stroll off upon our way;

Earth women are so easy,
They’re vain and love attention,
Give them just a little bit
And they fall your detention,

Offer them the world and riches,
How they fall your feet,
Keen to follow, serve and have
You master of their beat’.

Before they set about their work
Though, council matters dawned,
Attendance was compulsory
If minutes often yawned.

Widely hailed worst meetings
In the history of deep space,
Usually wasting hours upon
Each pointless, empty case.

And here they came in order
Of importance, safe to say
The first stank more corrupt
Than did the last of that array,

god was at the front, behind
A bunch of sneering slaves,

No better than the beasts which 
Poke their noses from dank caves.

Together with them he, ha-satan,
god’s accuser proud,
(Eventually mistaken for
The devil and his crowd),

Crowing how he had the power
Of ruin and damnation,
Better for him would have been
Give darkness a vacation.

Anyway, for those of you
Who know the story well,
He turned Job’s life from here
Into a wretched, woeful hell

Quite unforgiveable an act
If taken on its own,
Compounded irredeemable
When god agreed from throne.

For with approval tacit were
The doors flung open wide,
Abuse whatever human being
Neared you on the tide.

And from there, from this very tale
The floodgates broadened out,
Pillage, rape and hate each other
Stick the trough your snout.

Perhaps it would be easier
If we returned to source,
How evil came into our world,
Its thick and downward course,

The grossest error ever made
Responsible were we,
Adam, Eve tricked serpent,
Oh again the devil he,

No Fall there ever was for us,
No Flood to punish sin,
Tsunami spreading over Earth
When planet crashed our kin.

But that’s to come, along with Babel
Tower to reach the stars,
See the builders aimed to reach
Way station then on Mars.

Sodom and Gomorrah nuked
Not for their wicked state,
But war between the giants
Sealed these cities’ windy fate.

Mount Hermon is our starting point,
They saw it from their craft,
Orbiting the planet Earth
Came into view full aft,

A landing platform right upon
A runway clear the dirt,
Had other alien species
Here already lifted skirt?

Not their problem, not their plan,
They set down, left their saucer,
Stretching, yawning, taking in
A world before Geoff Chaucer.

And that’s a shame for if they had
Consulted quite his work,
They would have learnt that loving God
Was better than Him twerk.

Instead, they worshipped someone else,
Samyaza was his name,
He the real Devil, villain,
Watcher Chief to blame

For all the ill, for all the hurt
From pinch to genocide,
Thoroughly unpleasant fellow
With which to collide.

And that’s our fate, well could be karma,
That this dreaded fellow
Led his brethren oath and curse
And in that manner bellow,

‘We are the sons of god’ et cetera,
Ogling, gazing down
From up above this mountain
On Earth women, be their crown.

Samyaza held his breath, expounded
‘Fornicate to death
These whores and harlots, slags and sluts
And with their dying breath

Inject yourselves now all the more
So they your senses smell,
Intoxicate them with your hate,
They’ll beg you then to dwell

Upon this planet, on this plot,
Our new home let it be,
Away from those Archangels
Never letting us play free.’

A violent cheer erupted,
Two hundred watchers drunk
Upon the thought of ‘how’s your father’,
Touching earth-girl junk.

And so they got right to it,
I’ll spare the details, sure,
Enough to know that nine months later
Giant offspring bore,

These the Nephilim as known
Conspirators our past,
But not the alien species which
Did first our homestead blast.

Oh, come with me you Nephilim,
You giants of new day,
Sex and violence your bedfellows
Mealtime disarray,

For eating flesh and drinking blood
Became the normal new,
Until post-Truth delivered up
A messianic crew.

Samyaza’s children Ohya
And Hahyah with their strength
Subdued the dread Leviathan,
Incised upon its length,

Their own offspring were Sihon
And Og the ancient king,
Thirteen feet in height
His Bashan throne a weighty thing.

And so the Bible speaks this fellow,
Genesis as well,
Is old enough in chapter six
To comment on the swell

These wretched Nephilim were having,
Says that God was mad,
Real angry with them and their offspring
Making Heaven sad,

That he then decided send a 
Flood to kill them all,
Actually he couldn’t for
He was only god, so small.

See, God so loves the world
And us, yes human beings quite,
There is a wrath, there is a rage
Keeps Justice in our sight,

His moral Law across the cosmos,
We born to observe,
But all of that in later chapter
I will to you serve.

For now, we meet another Watcher,
Azazel by name,
Just as evil and corrupt
Samyaza he the same.

Perhaps indeed more deadly,
For he led man astray,
And woman too in her deception
Practiced to this day.

He taught the art of warfare
To those who’d ready learn,
Slaves before they knew themselves,
New prestige they might earn,

He taught the laws of witchcraft,
Demonic in their sphere,
Even good folk know them
Samuel’s Endor Saul to fear.

But most of all he taught cosmetics,
Women how to plaster
Make-up over all their faces
Men to work disaster.

Strange, it never bothers me
As did the Shakespeare bard,
Why can’t women look more pretty,
If their calling card?

Plenty time at beddy-byes
To see a lady plain,
Without blusher, lipstick,
Or indeed eyeshadow stain.

Why should species female
Not seek her more attraction?
Men will forge the same
Illusion, ego their distraction.

The word hung on the air,
For now was not my care,
Although we’d best beware
Wheat’s separation tare,

Instead Archangel Michael,
Chief and right hand of God’s throne,
Was tasked begin a War in Heaven
Watchers overblown.

For cosmic covenant was dead
The water, not just once but twice,
Mankind had he been tampered with
Like vulnerable lab mice.

Samyaza had deceived the world,
Now fruit of his dominion,
Evil rampaged everywhere
Its flux his own opinion.

He the prince, and he the father 
Lies, deceit and murder,
Ego undermining
Self’s Life-giving iron girder.

Gabriel joined Michael,
Raphael was charged by God
To bind Azazel then to cast him
Down abyssal sod.

Uriel he joined the fray,
These four Archangels warred
Against two hundred Watchers
Oh, the heavens fell discord,

So much so that in the fray
Whole planet blew entire,
Smashed to smithereens then form
The asteroid belt its pyre.

Ancient Days, He watched this 
Over with the Son of Man,
From the Abyss lip until
The whole the fallen clan

Tumbled through its dark domain,
Angelic prison bound,
Raguel keeping guard with Phanuel,
Exorcism’s hound.

Among the faithless Abdiel floated,
Faithful only he,
Advising fallen others
Pray forgiveness, claim the key

Unlock their fetters, fly they up
The hole down which were thrown,
If only knew he that their chance
Had now been overblown.

For they were blotted Book of Life,
And so will we be too
If Ego is in charge
When death day fetches me and you,

Old serpent he Samyaza
Will we join in lake of fire,
Second death upon us
Drowned annihilation’s mire,

The teaching has been given
With which we can be saved,
Grow up, replace that word three 
Letters, better be behaved

It isn’t just about being selfless
Though that is opening mile,
But thoroughly repenting for
Our previous life of bile,

Childish outlook on the world
Replaced mature concern,
Not being fooled and tricked
By all the money we can earn.

The Yahwist was a genius,
A storyteller mighty,
But the Flood and Eden Babel
Stories are they flighty,

Humankind no more to blame
Irruption Evil world
Than wicked Watchers from Mount Hermon
Behaviour gross unfurled.

But because we are descendants
Of these wretched folk,
We carry seeds within us
Causing others runny yolk.

And look at what the Fall has taught us,
Guilt for sin Original,
Why would loving Father
Stick a tree so quite provisional,

Knowing that we’d eat the apple,
Fore and aft of time,
It makes no sense, it isn’t loving
Care for all our clime?

The narrative is wrong,
The story quite corrupt,
And in collective conscious
Are we burdened, hands they cupped

Not to then receive the body
Good news of His rising,
But to drink the blood
And find ourselves at court assizing.

We were created slaves,
Progenitors now gone,
And with arrival of the Watchers
Second time a con,

We blame ourselves and fight each other
For that we’ve been played,
Manipulated to believe
We should be e’er afraid,

Look, there I am Shap Abbey,
Lake District holiday,
The ruins are delightful and
The river is a stay,

It bubbles, flows and makes such sound
As heavenly I’ve heard,
If ever peace on Earth there came
Would here make known its Word.

And then I am in Muncaster,
It’s only down the road,
My wife and I in little bedroom
Terrified its code –

Even in the daylight
It feels so ghastly dark,
As though some ghost had banished sun
From ever shining hark.

I’ve only ever felt such presence of
Malignity
In chapel of Ham House at Richmond
Desperate exit key.

But then we’re in the Maldives,
Bequeathed a sum of cash,
Enables us to honeymoon
Away from England’s dash.

We perch the end of decking,
A seat upon the ocean,
Watching sunset coming on
With humblest of devotion.

We’re exiles in this world,
That’s what I think the scene,
On borrowed time improve ourselves
Or never more be seen,

The gift of life comes at a price
Too heavy for some fellows,
If we mess around each other
Flames consume our bellows.

Look, there I am in tertiary,
First year, no second quite,
Madness has infected me
With spittle and its spite

I feel as though dementia
Is eating at my brain,
I’m only nineteen though
And didn’t know of this refrain.

And now I’m in my bedroom,
I write of it the past,
There’s definitely evil here
My dinner and repast.

The watchers from their prison
Are trying to tempt me in,
Clawing for me their abyss
My awful, horrid sin

Resist the fall into their clutches
Somehow manage I,
Grace divine is working on me
Coming from the sky,

And look at those Swiss mountains,
And at Sorrento’s beauty,
Lucky am I for the chance
To see such, from my duty.

Now suddenly I see
A father and his son,
Approaching Mount Moriah,
Temple Mount before begun,

This binding is no bullying
Relationship of power,
Asymmetrical the two
As the approaching hour

When knife is placed the throat,
Held angel’s intervention,
Surely story here depicted
One of true intention?

The founding myth of three religions
Certain is it not,
Whoever claims so is dissembling
Stupid, dumbass clot!

Right there is temple Solomon,
Ark Covenant it holds,
Destroyed by Babylonians
Who took object for their fold.

Second built by Zerubbabel

Pinnacle temptation,
Jesus overturning tables
House of prayer God’s station

Thoroughly destroyed by Romans
Seventy AD
Anno Domini much grander
Common Era twee.

Remember when I heard this rubbish,
1997,
Chosen phrase banal to stop offending
All but Heaven,

Now the mighty minds our age
Have conquered quite entire
Any notion of the past
Consigned to funeral pyre.

Well have at you the future,
Third Temple there to build,
Coming of Messiah Jewish,
Not the rabbi killed.

The Dome of Rock in equal call
Rejects this man divine;
Al Aqsa Mosque such holy site
Non-Muslims fall from line.

And then I saw it come,

The steed Buraq in flight
Carrying final Prophet to
The Temple Mount’s full height.

There he led the other prophets
In a prayer profound,
Strange that is the second time
I’ve heard that worded sound.

Buraq then took him up above
To Heaven’s very stead
In greeting other prophets
Who all recognised he led

For on the face of God he looked,
The others shied away,
Instructions were then given
By the Absolute to pray

And that’s the third time that we’ve
Met that most important word
With all its power and connotation
Hope we may be heard

Whoever mocks, whoever scorns
The person on their knees
In supplication to Almighty
Forgoes exit fees –

Why? For those who pray for better
News upon their way,
Are listened to upstairs
Despite their consequent foray,

They may enjoy good luck,
Ill fortune leap upon their back,
But interceding they for goodness
Their reward won’t lack.

And so I pray for peace,
That truth of origin ours be known,
Until its wide acceptance
Will war sweep the planet blown;

Our enemy is not each other
But deception, lies,
And covering up what really happened
Care for that disguise,

The choice is ours, we can continue
Down the knotted road,

Or else release our bindings
And historic overload.