XIII Metamorphoses

(Changes of Form)
Apes goggle from their cyan sandy cage,
They stare at finest specimens of Man,
Their greatest soldier, and their wisest sage,
Are naught but ash to those whose legs can stand!
Those noble ones are Nature's best design,
Selected not by Her but by themselves,
Their willed success, against the foes of time,
Evolves them from the bestial to themselves!
To cross the desert sand they boarded ships,
To till the Promised Land, they used their will,
They dipped and dodged despair from death's own lips,
To match the woes of Nature with their skill!
No clan of apes can match these Israelites;
They fear defear while suns alight their nights!
-Vir Cogitans Americanus
Scribit Dies XIII Septembris, Anno Domini MMVII

135 The Greatest Force

It lies ahead- there is the greatest force,
The soul is dead, corrupted at its core,
Our fullest selves emerge through self-divorce,
From Nature we diverge to something more.
Through centuries of change, grand Nature’s grown,
Yet changes of the age are greater still,
The mother’s work is man, by him she’s known,
Her greatest perk exhausted, man’s her fill.
Yet still the cry of “instinct” can be heard,
The foulest lie is that our lust is right.
From gluttons fattened bone, control is learned,
Perfection though, alone- will end the blight!
As man o’er Nature rules, he shall transcend
Yet God does hold the tools, our selves to end.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written January 18, 2007