Higher is my Hole

Dream about a golfing game

Every bag must walk or roll

Stalking up the mountain course

To the last green and the hole

Loved or not we never knew

But of links we did persist

Hoped to keep our fairways free

Or at least free of the pist

Down or up we feel the links

Along this human chain

Rally on the backside nine

Or trapped you will remain

Chase the final aces flag

On the greens you holy see

Higher is the hole now boys

May birdies set us free

-Hermit King-

Galahad

A child born to test his world

No heralds came before

He walked beneath the shadow sky

Yet opened every door

Held of him a tiny star

Encased in silver locket

Placed by one long vanished far

To fate’s unknowing pocket

Every eve at sunset’s hush

Stars would pulse with light

Spiral flames would softly rise

Into the licorice night

He bore no sword nor wore a crown

Yet kingdoms shaped his way

He spoke his stillness into dawn

Where no others knelt to pray

One road wound across the ridge

Where fate and silence blend

He stood alone for none to see

His will would mark the end

Tales of him were ghostly winds

Bespoken on the breeze

Monk of peace in forests still

He moved among the trees

Shattered myths and lost beliefs

Were echoes of his name

He never struck, yet battles ceased

And fires lost their flame

Heir of stars and mountain dreams

Threads within their weaving

No blood was spilled to win a throne

No war for his soul grieving

Years of stillness shaped his will

No kingdom claimed his hand

Yet when he touched the spiral fire

It answered his command

Light and shadow bowed to him

The bridge began to shine

Merlin’s last and brightest gift

Stepped past the edge of time

No one knew the final truth

Of how this tale would bend

Legends breath a softer name

Sweet Galahad my friend

This circle drawn by all before

Of Grails, of swords, and fire

Not in conquest, not in tears

Just stillness, rising higher

-Hermit King-

Father's Dream

I tried to dream my father's dream

Yet dreams a funny token

Mine still spin

His pylons set

The bridge has never broken

I walk its span in dusk and dawn

Through mists where echoes waken

His silent oath

My restless step

By neither one forsaken

Each plank a word he never said

Each beam a fear unspoken

And still I build

And still I tread

A path that love's bespoken

So let him rest the anchor sure

The lantern's passed, still gleaming

The tide moves on,

Sails set to sun

To dream the dreams need dreaming

-Hermit King-

Good Egg

Should we not bow

to the egg

It birthed us

Long before we had names

before we stood

before we fell

The Shell

And silence

And heat

And heartbeat

That little chamber of everything

sealed in a perfect dome

Man’s first feast

Maybe

Finger lickin' lizard egg

Stone cracking feathered yolk

Hands scooping fish spawn in the dark

The egg fed us

before the hunt

before the harvest

before the lie

But then

murdered

Strapped to cold steel tables

sliced by science not for truth

but for triumph

Data drawn from her broken breath

Progress poured over her like acid rain

No prayer

No pause

No poetry

And now

Now the egg is tired

Depleted

Industrialized

Sterilized

Traumatized.

Yolk turned pale

Shell thinned by greed

Sad

Deeper than sad

Rage

A silent scream wrapped in calcium

A golden grief 

we bite 

without even tasting

Let this be the reckoning

Let this be the voice

of every egg

ever cracked

without reverence

Because the valiant egg

deserved

a song

-Hermit King-

Beware Bad B's

BS

Biz

Bets

Babys

Bottles

Bourbons

Bioweapons

Bloated Barbies

Black Blue Berries

Badly Butchered Beef

Beware Bastard Brews

Badly Butchered Beef

Black Blue Berries

Bloated Barbies

Bioweapons

Bourbons

Bottles

Babys

Bets

Biz

BS

-Hermit King-

the Fountain

I

Am

Now

Just

Quiet

Sifting

Stillness

Singing In gentle waves

Thoughts drift like clouds

Silent rivers rolling on calmly

Stars glisten on endless grace

Vision linger in the quiet of dusk

Dreams drift across evening skies

Whispering voices gather a slumber 

The night wings glide mute into morn

-Hermit King-

For Aim the Flame

https://open.spotify.com/track/02fYQxXXYfpnPxi1XjPqBp?si=gpb9o_CuRD2DWjoxSXYRjw

Whirlwind Finale

\If you Fear the Lord my God/

\Be Thee Terrified to Lose/

\Less Hot Incinerations/

\Just Those Vanished/

\Rights we Choose/

\Looking to Win/

\Takes a Spin/

\And Begin/

     \Within•/     

\From/

\Sin/

\¤/

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/5zY7fjpu5zoDssj9VIVQBq?si=7mv4Kk3URAeoVtQzsYVIiA

The Deep

Silken thread upon the chaos

Just before my life went under,

Ocean furies heartless clashed—

In a heartpulse, I would wonder.

As this matter marks my passing,

Near a tatter 'neath the thunder,

Consumed now, in new waves,

Whispered worlds set next to plunder.

Several soupy last transitions,

Elementals take us down,

Shallow gasping to the ceilings,

Or most prescient beings drown.

Truth be told, my present preference:

Safer harbors of a town,

Rather less what wind remembers

Of a captain, king, or clown.

I am steady past depressions,

Freed to feel the final frost—

Now my flash to knowing silence,

Past the prophets and agnost.

May what bits I had in beauty

Feed what life will bear the cost,

And the depths of what were evils

Sink below the deep and lost.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/1zO22xJ1SzjMcoGNIHD5uI?si=e_UXnokHSIKq90WDrQnXKQ

I Will End You

I will end you,

This was not thunder, but a whisper.

The words were knives placed edge-down, unseen,

until they rusted inside your bones.

Not a blow at first—no. A glance. A silence.

Then, the slow drip of hours stretched thin,

like thread unraveling from the soul's loom.

I will end you, 

and it won’t be with fists.

It will be the slow suffocation of days.

The tightening noose of questions—

Are you sure you remember?

Do you think anyone else would put up with you?

Love, soured to vinegar. Promises, bruised like overripe fruit.

Each hour leeching the light from your eyes—

until you no longer ask what it means to be free.

Do not wait for an explosion.

The cruelest prisons are those with doors left slightly ajar.

I will end you.

It was always a war without banners,

a siege of the mind, patient as rot,

wrapping your days in barbed wire,

until the only victory you long for

is sleep without dreams.

Time drips, slow as honey,

poisoned drop by drop—until it owns you.

Not just the hours, but the spaces between.

And still, you stay.

Not from love, but from a thing worse:

The belief that this ending

was always the only story ever written for you.

-Hermit King-

edits by Sean

https://open.spotify.com/track/0PkOdIbNj8L3e0p1JGIfLO?si=nv_gaPGARQqPghgpmwBWBw

Merkaba Angels

In the dawn's embrace, where silence dreams,

God's light ignites, restoring beams.

Shadows fade, where lost souls rise,

Freed from the void, they touch the skies.

Light, a resounding call through the haze,

Joy of redemption, guiding our ways.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Chariots of fire soar within,

The Merkaba shines, our hopes begin.

Angels are singing, their voices take flight,

“Blessed are we, for we bask in His light.”

With wings unfurling, they’ve found their grace,

In the embrace of joy, we find our place.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Four faces shining in a world so bright,

Man, lion, eagle, and ox unite.

Together we rise, our hearts filled with love,

Embracing the light where hope soars above.

So gather ‘round, children, let your voices sing,

Reach for the light, let your hearts take wing.

Love’s gentle freedom, a path we share,

In the kingdom of light, we breathe in the air.

With chariots of joy, we soar through the sky,

To a place where the love never dares to die.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

With light to save us, we’re unbound from our pains,

In the presence of mercy, we dance on the plains.

O Lord of the light, our guiding grace,

Together forever, we find our place.

So let the shadows fade, let the daylight reign,

In the depths of our hearts, we’re free from the pain.

-Hermit King-

& Sean

https://open.spotify.com/track/1daDRI9ahBonbWD8YcxOIB?si=YobHMB1bSBagT5CYnL14eQ

Jack O

Born from rot beneath the soil,

A seed once pure, now fed by spoil,

It grew on hate, it thrived on pain,

Watered by the human stain.

Now carved in flesh both black and torn,

The pumpkin bleeds, the damned reborn.

Each cut it bears, a slaughtered soul,

A hollow pit that time can't toll.

Behold the eyes, black orbs of death,

They watch the world steal its last breath.

In wars they feasted, in famine laughed,

A mirror to the blood we've grafted.

The mouth yawns wide, a gaping pit,

Where infants screamed and bodies split.

Its teeth are jagged tombstones cracked,

For every life the plague has sacked.

Within its core, no candle’s light,

But darkness born of endless night.

It feeds on sins, it feasts on dread,

A lantern raised to mock the dead.

The plague that ate the flesh of kin,

The knife that slid beneath the skin,

The starving hands that tore and clawed,

The burning flags of twisted gods.

All coiled within this jack of hate,

It whispers doom; it seals our fate.

A skull of pumpkins, rotten, charred,

On graves where hope lies deeply scarred.

No screams will reach its hollowed ear,

No prayers can quell what’s grown from fear.

It stands, eternal, in the field,

Where human hearts were once its yield.

And as the moon turns black as coal,

The lantern swallows every soul.

Each death, each war, each whispered sin,

Now fuels the flame that burns within.

For when the harvest moon doth rise,

The Jack of Night claims all that dies.

And every vile and corrupt fall,

Becomes its seed consuming all.

.-Hermit King-& Sean

https://open.spotify.com/track/61XAeBUhY4WIXsScnX2oaV?si=ZriE2nXgRx2aJoHk_vQPtg

Chosen Appeal

The tribes long arrival

Don’t think they just didn’t

By sweet witches brews and

The asp tongues that sip it

Distraction distinctions

Dogs to these players

Some faiths cant see them

Night proofs for naysayers

Whatever relations

Far flung by our stars

Came swift to Valhalla

In fear of Vlads wars

Wagons encircled 'neath

Eyes of the Furies

Hammering stakes

Like new patriots worries

The future of ancients

Gifts to the thirsty

Uncertain what's done

Usurped in its mercy

The serpents slink slowly

Through borders unwritten

While whispers of conquest

In shadows are smitten

Ghosts of those fallen

Still walk through the dope

For kingdoms rebuilt

On their embers of hope

Banners unravelled

Still proudly they fly

For pacts with the ancients

Endure through the sky

In the halls of decision

Locked bordered walls

The fate of our nations

Truth lives and falls

Sift through the worthy

Welcome the friend

Careless mistakes

And kingdoms may end

For what is a nation

Without knowing its own

The rise or the fall

In whose seeds that are sown

The swirl keeps on turning

Through trials and fires

What’s forged in our choices

Builds empire, or pyres

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6PXIdmabfZcpZ2Tc6PJaTB?si=1NoPqegST1Wkp_my1rquAw

Norma Jeans Acre

I was a poor man farmer,

I understood the soils,

I worked the world, a madman,

I lived from all my toils.

You never could have stayed here,

You have slain the stars above,

You flew beyond this border,

You left with all my love.

We were always meant to be there,

We were blessed that we had met,

We were led to separate wonders,

We were traced by twin sunsets.

She was always in that moment,

She launched my heart to war,

She touched me in the moonlight,

She was truth with her encore.

They asked about the rumors,

They offered twice my farm,

They found the truth in trespass,

They had met to their alarm.

None could hope replace her,

None could quench her risen flame

None could ever understand her,

None could see beneath her fame.

All spoke as though they knew her,

All believed they understood,

All had missed the rising curtain,

All before Ms. Monroe stood.

Let the ages softly hold her,

Let her mystery remain,

Let her spirit never wander,

Let her honor bear my name.

Our destinies, not diamonds,

Our lives knew joy and tears,

Our innocence has made a bond,

Our love has fed my years.

My case bore no reprisal,

My love stayed undefiled,

My flame, a rock of ages,

My soul's since reconciled.

For all that fades to shadow,

For love found in the night,

For dreaming of a farm girl,

For moments with her light.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/4mnVEyWjDAUKcNwMkMPuTB?si=lUasN8UTRSuWGoYLrmEocA

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-

https://open.spotify.com/track/3FHPdT7vgk4uilaYRUEZDc?si=uHYvbqwSQAOKKLhn7GoZRQ

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-

https://open.spotify.com/track/5MJeXPp7TRk6FV8eLNofrA?si=Nf_Pn7w5Tcq7nCTbfALx5Q

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

https://open.spotify.com/track/0wokdbjRBEVknN1c6FBf9S?si=ctD1aq25QsiAIaxDQGy_gQ

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-

https://open.spotify.com/track/63HWbJOOhgF082RwgEghew?si=6Ixs6p6zT6aTDwxZXtFzvA

¤

                         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-

https://open.spotify.com/track/7lPxGs556PD8H3bUd9LzHp?si=q2vzIbMSQPajivp_3jrFKw

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-

https://open.spotify.com/track/2aWxDsPrW9boRYyWLF6sst?si=jPWxd92lSWeVeuxs34D3BQ

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-

https://open.spotify.com/track/0QCvmtqvMi7lmvfKK5Q6o8?si=mKx0p6wlSQKrtBR0Ap1bIg