Should River Flows

Should River Flows

Should River flows, where dreams unfold,

In currents deep our tales of old;

Not wars for crowns, nor fields of rust,

But battles waged of nobler dust.

My river’s whisper, pure and clear,

No swords unsheathed nor hearts in fear

Should River flows, it runs, it knows,

It seeks the peace where mercy grows.

Should River flows

Should be the peace we chase, not war,

Not greed, not blood on distant shore,

But quiet streams through quiet lands,

Not shaking fists nor grasping hands.

No broken peace to pierce our sky,

No bitter men who scream and die

Should River flows, unbound, untamed,

It dreams of all that man has maimed.

Should River flows.

Should be the truth that girds the night,

Not shadowed lies that hide from light;

For those who lead with proof and grace,

Not empty words that mark this race.

Their tongues should weave with silver thread,

Not bleed the hearts of those they’ve led.

Should River flows, it winds and wends,

And mends the wounds that power rends.

Should River flows

-Hermit King-

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Tyrantic Tyranny of Tyrants

Trapping the traps of the trappers,

Rapping the raps of the rappers,

Hyping the hypes of the hypnos,

Psyching the psyche of psychos.

Dividing divides the divisions,

Providing provides the provisions,

Deciders decide all decisions,

Missers keep missing the missions.

Spinning the spin of the spinners,

Sinning the sin of the sinners,

Losing the lose to the winners,

Pinning the pins to the pinners.

Slaves to the slaves of the slavers,

Grave in the grave of the gravers,

Paving the pave for the pavers,

Waving the wave for the wavers.

Faking the fake of the fakers,

Breaking the break of the breakers,

Taking the take of the takers,

Shaking the shake of the shakers.

Crashing the crash of the crashers,

Smashing the smash of the smashers,

Thrashing the thrash of the thrashers,

Flashing the flash of the flashers.

Beating the beat of the beaters,

Cheating the cheat of the cheaters,

Meeting the meet of the meters,

Heating the heat of the heaters.

Lying the lie of the liars,

Firing the fire of the fires,

Wiring the wire of wires,

Tiring the tire of what tires.

Living what lives of the livers,

Giving what gives of the givers,

Shivering the shiver of shivers,

Delivering delivery delivers.

-Hermit King-

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Judah Bibi

Oh Bibi, our friend, and a warrior king, in the world's complex dance, yours makes our hearts sing.

They say you’re a fighter, the name on the wind,

But in God's mighty tower, more mastery than spinned.

You're the guardian of family, of friend, and of state,

In your eyes, a swift spark, in your heart, Judah's fate.

You stand like a lion, fearless and proud,

In the chaos of nations, you've silenced the crowd.

They say men should hate you, and friend never be,

The protector you are, who defends to the sea

To lead with such power, such courage and might,

You rise up, undaunted, to defend what is right.

We know they don't get it, the world’s heavy hand,

But in you, dearest Bibi, we see truth to a man.

They throw stones in the shadows, they talk a big game,

But they can't touch the heart of this Benjamin's fame.

From deserts to towers, from temples to sea,

You guard every inch of your people’s decree.

To love you is knowing a fighter of old,

A hero whose spirit can never be sold.

So here’s to the courage, the battles you’ve won,

For the land that you cherish, for every last son.

I’d raise you a banner, a flag flying high,

For Bibi, the bold one, who reaches for why?

Though his critics may gather, let them talk, let them roar,

In the heart of this fighter, there’s so very much more.

And if they would hate us, let them give it a try,

For the bond that we share, they can’t ever untie.

Rise our friend Bibi, in glory's refrain,

We salute and will echo, every shout of your name.

For you are a fortress, unbroken, unbowed,

A leader unmatched, forever uncowed.

Oh, Bibi, our Bibi, from sea unto sea,

In your steadfast defense, you soon will be free.

Let the world turn in circles, let the critics all scorn,

But your heart beats in rhythms of ancients reborn.

So here’s to you, Bibi, our brother, and guide,

Through the wildest of storms, with you by our side.

For family, for friends, for nations so true,

There’s no better to stand with than Netanyahu.

-Hermit King-

Edits by Sean

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Love for Snakes, Mice, and Rats

Seniors

Neighbors

Angels

Kids

Everyman

Salts

Mythical Mystical   Mentors

Original  Organic    Optimists

Upbeat     Useful       Underdogs

Spiritual  Social       Supports

Exotic       Ethical      Educators

Rotton

Ass

Teen

Shits

-Hermit King-

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¤

                         Illumined in sight

                    His transistors of a light

                   All eyes watch and close

                      Midpoint of the shift

                  Energy flows this the eye

                Mankind’s changing course

                           Biblical needles

          Divine dense transcendent space

                       Crossing over night

                                       ¤

                   Third eye wisdoms show

                 Resonance to hidden paths

                     Vision’s true embrace

                  We these conscious streams 

                  Cycles of the changling force

                           Negatives to pure

                 

                          In the eyes of Ma

                     Awake aligns to define

                         Human and aware

-Hermit King-

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The Watchman 8

10:10 Made an 8

11:11 Made an 8

12:12 Made an 8

1:21 Made an 8

2:22 Made an 8

3:33 Made an 8

4:44 Made an 8

5:55 Made an 8

Then made it home

 And quickly ate

Ere the devil's  

Dance the gate

-Hermit King-

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Left

It's not about ignoring it;

It's how much mankind bears,

Spinning it to smiles like

Our peaches split to pairs.

The obvious plays no longer,

Logic's left made quite obscure.

What had been once automatic

Leads now truly to the blur.

Truth we are now leaving;

We will no more sing their blues.

A lighter night is calling

For they who've seen the clues.

Ran to redness for an answer,

Held just short of its fierce fire.

With a new enlightened wisdom,

Found a leader not for hire.

My dreams are ever-changing,

My heart's true to this day.

If these Democrats are running,

I will vote with RFK.

-Hermit King-

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Ameri-kari

Heartbeats pound in adaptations

Whirlwinds whisper salutations

Tonight's successes: fabrications

Fires graceless birth to nations

Man, as is, seems much too mean

Seekers seek to just be seen

Forefathers rolled 'neath evergreen

Nuance nailed their Nazarene

These are what I question here

Man’s inventioned gifts to fear

Mortal moments, missiles near

Launch their arrow's final tear

Factories forge to futures cold

Dreams in digits bought and sold

Raging hearts assess their gold

New hands shape what's been foretold

Machines in rising silent might

Darkness yields to false new light

Guides each code, they take in flight

The realms of hell in coming night

Echoes past would linger on

Lesson learned, yet life is gone

Within this web, all must be drawn

Before man's fall restore the dawn 

-Hermit King-

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Cross The River to See

From cross the river's where I see

What life's stuggles mean to thee

I pray your sands one day set free

But it's truly naught to do with me

From cross the river's where I spy,

The endless squabbles 'neath yer sky,

I pray the day you'll get along,

But it's naught to do with my ol' song.

You argue 'bout this, you argue 'that,

Like cats and dogs in spites of spat,

I'd jump all in, but alas sir, you see,

The Middle East ain't much for me.

For where each toe in conflict dips,

A hundred hands tear out bitter rips,

So here I sit cross the river’s brink,

Pondering who's your next to drink.

I wish you peace, I truly do,

But fixing you ain't worth my stew,

From cross the river, I'll watch the spin,

This specter's your's. Not Wading In.

-Hermit King-

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The Desert

"There are no more of love songs" to whom's message it requires.

Red dirt filled my respite, from it's long lost lonely fires.

Coyotes, bats and wildcats, just as vocal with their lies.

Sometimes Zion swallows like the lording of the flies.

Terrors are not given neither now are they believed

Like to hold another hostage to a feeling you received 

History is just murder that never sees retrial

The land I find most free, is freedom by the mile.

There are shadows in the moonlight where our whispered secrets lay,

Silent echoes of our laughter now just memories in gray.

The desert winds are heavy with the weight of empty dreams,

And the night sky offers solace, though it’s torn at all its seams.

Ghostly echoes in the canyon where our footsteps used to tread,

Now the echoes are just whispers of the things we never said.

The horizon stretches lonely, a reminder of our past,

And the stars that once were guiding now are fading all too fast.

Campfires burn with sorrow, telling tales of love’s retreat,

While the mountains stand in silence, bearing witness to defeat.

In the heart of this vast nowhere, where our promises have died,

I find solace in the empty, with no need for tears to hide.

-Hermit King-

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The Swirl

Starry cradle to the earthly bloom,

We spring, we leap, we sing.

In the cosmic breath, our lives consume

The force that's everything.

A biochemical hymn is played,

Within each cell, a blaze,

Where glucose waltzes, genome sways,

Life’s light to shadows stays.

Quantum whispers guide the stream,

Through vails, through thoughts unseen.

Photosynthetic dreams bestow

A silver screen, serene.

Electric pulses shape our night,

Thoughts shimmer, synapse fire,

Neurons spin their endless light,

Of hopes, of fear, desire.

Forged in stars, our atoms trace

Their ancient stellar trails,

Solar warmth, a soft embrace,

On hearts and souls it sails.

Celestial forces, ancient tides,

In rhythms sweep us still.

Their currents in our blood reside,

We bend to their set will.

We are but echoes, cycles grand,

Birth, growth, decay, and night.

From cosmic dawns to starlit sands,

We dance in endless flight.

Chi and prana, life's pure flow,

We channel, we transform.

In arts, in thoughts, emotions grow,

Energy in vibrant form.

In unity, both truth and dream,

Our place is found, defined.

In science and in poetic streams,

Our paths are all entwined.

With eyes to stars and feet to ground,

In every breath we glean,

Deep profound and true unbound,

Transistors supervene.

Eternal dance of form and force,

Of matter, mind, and heart.

In every life, the universe,

We play our fleeting part.

-Hermit King-

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Morgana

Sorceress with a love so deep

Her heart entwined in night

First love of the Black Knight strong

Before shadows took their might

Held to her a tiny star

Encased in silver locket

Once a symbol of their bond

Now vengeance deep to pocket

Every eve at sunset's pause

Her eyes would cast a spell

A kingdom bright turned dark and cold

Into the licorice hell

Her kingdom once a place of joy

With water, game, and life

Turned to shadows, love turned pain

In vengeance and in strife

One road led among them

From the cavern’s holy ridge

Morgana weaved her magic dark

Above the cursed bridge

Tales of her were whispered

In the terror of the lands

Her beauty masked by bitterness

And the violence of her brands

Shattered dreams filled up her void

Tears shed for each curse calling

Darkness was her craft to weave

Each night her heart was falling

Skill and magic held her sway

For she who tempted fates

None but her could rule the dark

Her power locked the gates

Years of hatred fueled her fire

Her spells a deadly dance

Trespass none within her grasp

Vengeance her vile Lance

Sunlight shunned her final breath

Blood her nightly duel

Hers alone, this dark domain

Where sorrow was her fuel

No one knew her twisted schemes

What every night she’d spun

Lives the sorceress set to snare

As shadows’ chosen one

Morgana’s spell of darkest art

Ensured the Black Knight’s fall

Her love turned curse, her wrath so fierce

Infected one and all

Thus the land was steeped in night

Each tale a tragic thread

Morgana's vengeance wrought despair

And left the fields blood-red

-Hermit King-

Guest writer Sean Ai

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Lady Camelot

A lover bound to darkness

Her fate sealed by the night

Taken from her true love's arms

By Black Knight's ruthless might

Held to her a tiny star

Encased in silver locket

Once a token of her love

Now deep in grief's own pocket

Every eve at sunset's pause

Her heart would mourn the light

A kingdom lost, her love's true face

Into the licorice night

Her kingdom filled with memories

Of water, game, and life

Daughtered by a dozen maids

The Queen of love, a wife

One road led among them

From the cavern's holy ridge

She dreamed of days where love would stand

Above the darkened bridge

Tales of her were whispered

In the sorrow of her lands

Her beauty marked by sadness

And the violence of his hands

Shattered dreams had filled the void

Tears shed for each calling

Darkness was the test she faced

Each night her heart was falling

Skill and honor held no sway

For she who tempted fates

None but death could rule her heart

Its price had locked her gates

Years of longing held her firm

The fires fled her dance

Trespass one within her dreams

Of Merlin her last chance

Sunlight filled her final breath

Blood her nightly duel

Hers alone, lost paradise

Where love was once her fuel

No one knew her silent pain

What every night had been

Lives the queen had set to mourn

In darkness, torn within

Lady Camelot, titles called

Her heart, a fragile art

Her life was lost to sorrow's grip

She died of broken heart

-Hermit King-

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Oz

Ravens raptor mine Because

Broken silence from the Caws

Eating bits of reddened Raws

Greedy little bleedy Claws

Nice to need a little Pause

Never need to need Applause 

Need not needing Santa Clause

Could it be against some Laws

Hitting all the dirty Draws

Better not to break a Vase

Pick up packets full o Flaws

Grandpa laughing rich Guffaws

Snaps the metal in his Jaws

Dribbles out the Haagen Daws

Clicking old school Cameras

Playing out what never Was

Living lives of Ladeedahs

Ignoring any need for Gause

In the mighty makers Maws

Trees in slumbers snoring Saws

-Hermit King-

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Ex Stream

Used, may be the marking

No worse for wear, is lied

But the boot was saddle broken

By the groomsman's darker side

Wreckage was that rainbow

Rolling hard from black to clear

Not a hint left on the sunrise

Dosn't mean the hell weren't here

At least not too long lasting

Snakes awake to justice cause

Heirlooms violent in their casting

Pre Ablutions for their paws

Retching vibes of subtle furies

Lovers beds in sync defiled

Pounds on these wicked worries

For what whom should be reviled

The past now bears an anchor

Chained up to history's tug

All the futures of love's dances

On the remnants of this rug

Shaking wrinkles from it's shadow

Look to sea and know the sun

But a warning from life's compass

To beware which waves you run

-Hermit King-

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Fish

Fish one oblivious

Fish two the believer

Fish three understood

Fish four a dreamer

Fish five took account

Fish six put to test

Fish seven calling out

Fish eight et the best

-Hermit King-

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The Pirate Masterson

O'er every ocean

Our galleons take us home

Taking what is mine

Free, my crew and I

Sailing aquanauts of seas

Deep in faith’s embrace

Our's looted treasures

Beyond values of the norm

Endless their increase

Hear these jewels calling

Welcome Lord we be truly yours

Chests to a bursting

Though all I must have

Father's treasures fill the net

Legendary catch

Now I come for yours

The horizons I am bound

Pirate Master's Son

-Hermit King-

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South

Ive gone to watch a rocket land

Test the borders by my hand

Find old friends far far away

Find new ones were ere I stay

Understand for what I fight

Tell the truth that fills the night

See and know "Say can you see"

Allow it now be mine for free

Wander forth before the pass

Carry faith beneath new glass

Know directions without sites

Feel reflections live delights

Speak to they who know of pain

Share the news of holy reign

Power filled by brand new ways

Now become these better days

Speak of fathers speak of sons

Speak in tune with holy ones

Love become my trail of tears

Joy to last the test of years

Should I go down along my way

To where you cant upon this day

With poem I left our world intact

I love you so indeed and fact

-Hermit King-

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A Sinners Hand

My great fear is

having the payout for my sins 

being, last to leave, 

all alone, 

in the purest truth of 

such a quiet, quiet mourning. 

A final good hand and kiss 

Before turning the table

would have been nice.

-Hermit King-

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The Black Rose Queen

In the realm of hearts, where passions reign,

There a black rose queen with a heart of disdain.

Her jester, a man of jest and mirth,

Bound to her whims, seems destined from birth.

When her brow would furrow, the world must halt,

As she wields her emotions, with a thunderous vault.

The jester dances, to a delicate ballet,

Appeasing her whims, night and day.

"It's simpler to yield," the jester sighs,

As he sees her tears, and hears her cries.

"She's never at fault," he sadly concedes,

As he tends to her needs, fulfilling her leads.

But one fateful day, a challenge appears,

With a gleam in it's eye, and no trace of fears.

It captures her gaze, her heart aflutter,

Leaving the jester in a state of utter.

Game over, he thinks, as he watches them dance,

The queen's attention on a new romance.

For he knows within, deep to his core,

He was a puppeteer's toy, nothing more.

So heed this warning, all who dare,

To enter such kingdoms, to play in such lairs.

For the black rose queen plays a dangerous game,

She'll leave you broken, in sorrow and shame.

-Hermit King-

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