Eagle as Phoenix - Preamble

Preamble of a New Constitution; what a Preamble is and why we need one

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[Poem] The Old Carriage House

House of shadows

House of gloom

House of haunting

House of doom

Deep in the old south

By daylights dawn

There is an old house

With a well kept lawn

By day the offer cheesy tours

And speak of haunted houses

Madame Flyffadore 

And all nine of her widowing spouses

How shocking and how scandalous

She shows up at half past nine

She loves the afterlife attention

For her its fear based cheese and wine

What she wont tell you

Is where she dare not go

Above the old servant quarters

For there's a sin she knows

We celebrate the rich old folk

And only just now tallied small

But in the larger scheme of things 

Money dragons matter not at all

In infinite shadow the worlds do echo

In worlds where the Black Rook does not provide

There is a haunting legacy

That marks the bleeding bloody class divide

For there are many ghosts there

Outdoors and still inside

For in am unkept afterlife

Infant mortality true power does pecking rights decide

A ghost monster made of babies

Arms and legs and face

It walks inside the carriage house

Keeping their killers in their place

It isnt unresolved trauma

That keeps them from moving on

Its the sings of greed and class neglect

Thats a prison for fucking bastards so put upon

There is a sharpened timer

A clock of guillotines

In this or sny other world

The awful rich ate where this leans

There will be a reckoning

In this life or the next

Happy Halloween to normal folks 

And fucking rich affluenza freaks watch your necks

House of shadows

House of gloom

House of haunting

House of doom

[Poem] Pull Down The Moon

By Emmit Other

Image by Chelsea J

Rhombus Tick's Constitution - A New Constitution

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[Poem] The Tyranny of the Tea Cozy

 by Emmit Other

Grandma Pancakes ran a tight ship

The whole family minded their Ps and Qs when she was about

Her opinion 

Better be your opinion

Or she would Delores Umbridge the fuck out of you

No one wanted to be

Agist

Ablist

So many ists

Grandma enforced them all

Until it was time to put her in a home

Until she couldnt enforce the will

Beware using the power of the tea cozy

Beware demanding more than your due 

Merely because you can make people want to avoid the word

Ist 

Next to their name

For the tea cozy is an illusion

Not real togetherness

Not real love

Not even real power

No one wants to be bullied 

And they wont be

They wont be

Time keeps on ticking

Tick tock

Tick tock

Motherfucker

[Poem] The Bitterest Boon of the Oppressor

 by Emmit Other

The United State of America

Is Not

By Any stretch of the imagination

But aside from Satanic Red 

vs Cacaphony Blue

Its Dick Cocaine Rich

va Everyone else

And as history teaches us

The oppressed becomes the oppressor

First chance it gets

So we so see 

When largest oppressed Identity

Poor stupid rural gullible white people

Elected a mother fucking monster

The oppressor does not need to spend every waking moment

Worrying about the police

Or getting pregant

Or raped

Or fired

Or getting a house

But worst of all

The oppressor always has the luxury

Of learning empathy

And the plight of the oppressed

The oppressed have some empaths

Just like it has lazy mother fuckers

Who grab anything and everything

The first chance the boot is on the other foot

Can and will

Which is a recipe for disaster

Because the system is failing

And the Dick Cocaine Rich

Will fall

When 

Not if.

And after that

If intersectionality is thrown out

Then its civil war

And that sounds logical

But a chain is only as strong

As its weakest link

And I observe

Some identities 

Demand EVERYTHING

And give NOTHING

Not all

But enough

That its clearly a ticking clock

And empowers the largest Oppressed group

Stupid gullible uneducated poor white people

To concede nothing

To give nothing

They wouldnt

And if the Confederation of Identities cant be generous

With each other

Why should they

And they wont

The third fourth fifth and six largest Identities

Would do well to remember that

 Before making demands

Of the seventh eighth ninth and tenth

[Poem] The Painful Truth of the Desert Red

by Emmit Other

Derpy the Empath had suffered a lot from Snakes

She had followed one after the other

Feeling their deep truths

And she had been a sucker for them each and every time

Thus it was by pain,

Not choice that she embraced truth

Questioning her choices to make sure

That she wasnt dancing to the tune

Of another satanic piper

First there was reading

Libraries worth

Philosophers and Poets

Playwrites and Kings

All opened their secrets to her

And then she found the cause most just

She bled for it

Only to find that her fellow empaths turned on her

Weaponized by a Snake rising through the ranks

Cynical and scarred she fled

And wandered the Earth in a sailing ship

Enjoying the quiet things of life

Decades passed

And she helped from time to time

She was an empath

It was her curse and blessing to feel the pain of others

And she helped them

Even though now she knew

People were glorified Pachinko machines

Respondents to stimulus of culture and need and want

Easy prey for manipulation by snakes

Until she came to a desert port

And heard of a scholar

Who knew Deep Truth

Some said he was a prophet

So she bought a camel

And into the desert she went

And got lost

And lost and lost again

But eventually found a cave

With a solar roof

And a TV and a lifetime supply of DVDs

And he was watching cartoons

Skeptical

She approached the Prophet

And asked

"Are you the Scholar of Truth?"

"Some so say." He replied.

"And what is Deep Truth."

He remained silent.

He watched his show.

She was cautious but waited.

Eventually, he pointed to a mirror.

She went to it

And looked deep into herself

Was a reflection of truth

What she hoped to find?

Two days and two nights

She watched the mirror

And learned much

Thinking in desert silence

While the scholar

Watched a Doctor Who Marathon

Finally, in a starlit night she smiled,

"Thank you scholar, for teaching me."

"I havent taught you shit."

"What?" She was confused.

"I just wanted to see

If you were willing to learn.

The first truth about truth

Is that unless people learn it themselves

Earn it themselves

They will never take valuable truths given them

People are 

Motherfucking Stupid

Dont try to change them

Or pretend something else"

She pondered this, 

And listened but nodded.

"Thats it."

"WHAT?" she was angry.

"Good.  You should be angry."

"At...what?"

He waited

And she thought about it

The world was full of evil

Snakes on Snakes

Snakes on Sheep

Sheep turning against the very protectors

Who tried to warn them

Why would anyone

Give a fuck?

Warriors arent Empaths

They can protect

But when Sheep turn to cancer

Fuck that

Fuck the sheep

Dont waste your time

Move on.

And watch some television.