Edwin Monteith

POEM 1

Straighten this goddamned mess out I heard them say

It’s written on the wall,

And it’s in the hearsay.

The writings on the wall.

From Dublin to Where you lay.

Wake up and get back in the fray.

Put your shoulder up to the wheel, where I got mine,

It ain’t In the math,

It’s in the heart,

And for you my Betroth,

I walk my line, so that our children

Can play all day,

And be just that , children

When they are 95,

Cause of our shoulder up against the wheel

POEM 2

Today,

As we remove stones , nay

Boulders, from our hearts.

My brother,

I’d join you

In throwing rocks at cops

At rallies designated

By shrouded men,

Who smell like Black Sea Oil.

But I live in a glass house, that I am rebuilding

And at a black abyss

Of yesterday’s and tomorrow’s sorrow.

So it is today

That I peruse the St James

And the Koran, while singing Tom Petty ditties,

Today, I turn my life from a cliff

Into clefs,

As this knave

Puts his life on the stave,

And we beat the tyrants

When our hearts in our eyes,

And we grow wise, only when

You stop looking for a God,

And instead find,

Your God.

It is written

And now,

It is so.

Peace

Don’t let the bastards bring you down.

Onward towards the stars,

My dear friends.

POEM 3

And at the bottom of my transgressions

Lys a crown of thorns

And a bled out man

Among men

Inri 30 mins B.C.

The purgatorial times

Before the purge and scourge

Of the new normal, the bullet

And the brawn

Vs you innocent of nothing Pawn.

Your family

On the docket

The future

Is coming on

The future Is

Coming on.

This ethereal math

Of lesser Gods

And greater evil.

And you

Pissing in the shower

While you should be at the ready.

The Sun is shining

Your heart is not

You smile

Like a Cheshire Cat

A treasured member of the thought police

While I’m braving the storm

In the new norm

Trying to elevate en entire culture

On my burly shoulders

Whilst fending off wolves

Whores , bored chores and

What’s more I’m chained not bound

By the light I've found

They divide and conquer

I provide, decide and abide

By the laws of rain

And fire

Too much of either

And You meet your maker.

If you get the chance I suggest you take her.

Honoured and discipline

Make you a disciple

Of the light

A Templar man indeed the temple

Where her fickle love

Gets served In the houses of the holy

She pays for her

Great omission

Bond

Til death do us part

POEM 4

I am death

I am the soothe liar

I’d cut my wrists

And I’ll take you higher

Born a thousand years ago

Dead for a lot longer

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you wait longer

Stronger I wait

Strangers I date

Tempting fate I do.

Not want to know who you are

I only want to play my guitar,

While you gently weep

In the den of iniquity

While you sit upon my knee

And we roam

Through our minds and see what we find

As we entwine

Our loneliness

Our longingness

Into Belonging

To the people of the sun I want to start a cult

The cult of the beast

A result Of my leash

Coming off

At the feast

Of Eve

All hallowed

All holy

All sanctimonious

Indeed

A night

That will

Be a part of you forevermore

A changing of the guard

If you will

Are you ready to begin

This long night of sin?

Why try

When you are born to die

If you got something to say I’ll tell you

If you want to be loved I’ll sell you

My heart

And then buy it back

I’m the morning

Half off

Return to sender

God didn’t

Put me here to play

And god did t it me here to pray no the manitou

Put me here

For Jihad

You say I am the best duck that you’ve ever had.

I’m saying I’m John the revelator man

And when I take my stand

You’ll have to await outside

Because you have nothing to say I do

So goodnight to you

Kisses Upon your unworthy forehead

As you leave the temple a whore I’m the houses of the holy I’m still here

But not solely

For this Bliss tryst

Of found opportunity

Cause it’s time now

To do the lord's bidding

And there will be a culling

Of the weak sheep

As the city burns, you can hear

The screams,

We are the only ones that know

What really happened here

But your covering your ears

To cover up your deed

I will see you in hell Baby

We are going to burn man