Omnem spem relinque

 I approached the distant town gloomily.
Full of all of those old illusions from the life behind me.
The pines tall and sinister looked down sizing me up.
I kicked a stone and cursed.

I walked toward the small town.
The orange lights still lighting up the valley.
Dawn hadn't yet arrived... And it never will.

I look up at the city archway between the engravings of two brave vultures.
The words- Omnem spem relinque. Were written.
I spoke the words aloud as I trudged in.

My old life gone, Somehow I walked out of a dream.
Of transforming times and places.
And now I stood here in tattered clothes.
In this strange little town.

The buildings were mixed between ancient and new.
The people regarded me as If they knew me.
I approached the big grey building at the center of town.

The red man invited me in.
he said he had some things to go over me.
Wonderful teeth and manners.

Find the pain fulfillers bring them back.
Give yourself to the cause.
Fires burst forth from his desk and I was engulfed.
I transformed into something so hideous, so damned.

I asked, "How am I supposed to go back to earth like this?"
He said, "It's just the truth no more no less. This is what you are on the inside."
I felt the burning through all of me.
I felt the condemnation in divine pulses through my temples.

"I thought I was christian."
"Did you actually forgive, did you actually help anyone for that matter?"
"No, I just sang and danced and said nice things."
"Exactly so serve us now, you were faithless. Completely self absorbed."

I woke up in the parliament building with a list in my hand.
"Atleast I had a purpose" I said out loud to myself.
A voice came from inside the walls. "Omnem spem relinque."

Host me upstairs then

 Host me upstairs
I'm coming to town
A thousand arms I'm grabby

walk and see
Just for me
the street is full
it's dead empty

I feel the breeze
Thoughts and feelings
tingling

Who are you
Who is me

Host me upstairs 
I'm coming to town
a thousand charms

oversweetening the room
Resist me with your words
Don't let me in

I feel the breeze
as you kick me out
Onto the street

The hush is fictional observers
Holding back a thousand giggles
it's dead empty

Who are you
Why invite then expel?
what do you want from me?

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You'll Fidget

 Choose the corner table
If my eyes are intense
If my voice changes
I'll order

You'll fidget
Ah nervousness
I'll steady you
tell you a secret

So pretend to be surprised
Play with your hair
I'll wrap an idea around
You'll be impressed

atleast show signs of impression
I'll point a way forward
Euphoria will get the best of us
I'll recommend a time and a place

Where you will become something more
Where i will have meaning
you'll fidget
I'll steady your hands

I'll tell you a secret that will cut through reality
I'll chase after you if you beg me to
I'll wrap you in my ideas until they become your skin
so that you may stand naked before me always

You will be cleaned

 After the desert
You will have food water and rest
You will be cleaned and care for
You will be accepted

For I will take you 
Like the wounded bird
The stray dog
But your values a hundred stronger

My attention will heal you
of all the road has done
I will smooth you
If you give yourself over

For the desert and it's obscured paths
Is merciless on you
Isolating and taunting you
It is your hell on earth

So I will take you 
Give you a place for repouse
For the desert is my back yard
It's depth and distance shallow and near to me

They err in calling me simple

Summons of the profane quintet

 The shadows of the mind come to the forefront in whooshing sublime
A whirlwind of destructive force sent forth from the recesses of my mind
They arrive landing infront of my eyes dressed in squid ink purple
Priests of a realm beyond the abyss from the chasm of disturbance

Each priest of the five makes their promises dreamily
Overwhelming promise of power offered up to me
They attempt to tender a forbidden contract
Their certainty and glee each clause a fact

I look at the terms to ascertain if it's worth them
Their devlish forms and seductive wiles are unnerving
I'm the shark who attacks from below toward the surface
Then i understand what it is that's making me nervous

I can't have masters
Only loyal servants

Tomato soup and life lessons

 Eric got into his 60s.

 By that time his grandson was 10 years old.

 He would visit his grandfather after school.
 They would talk about some of their future plans.

 But what the grandson wanted to know was if there was tomato soup.
 And if it was going to be good.
And so the old man prepared tomato soup for me his Grandson.
 It was sour and tasted bad, so I poured it out in the kitchen sink.
 
And then he almost slapped me.
Because there wasn't enough to go around in his time.
Anyway, my mistake.
And I stuck by with him. He learned from all of his mistakes, namely an amputated leg, and I learned from mine.

 I took on those lessons, and I became wiser. As he lived here, some of his ideals went into my brain, went into my mind. sure, you could say I learned from them.

Where are your manners?

 Politeness speaks to the future

It has a voice for the modern.

Politeness guides you to possibility.

But vulgarity is baseness.

Vulgarity is primitive.

It is held and echoed from the dirty street drains of centuries gone.

That's why you see old men who don't use any filter when speaking.

And go about their business offending and clumsying their way through the misery.

Those old men reach back into the past with grazed knees from worshipping concrete.

Their sense of honor and pride walks into the slaughter chute.

Here they pretend it's their courage not their resignation.

Why yes the axe head is prefereable to the drip old men.

Bloodied steel instead of a thousand days on a stretcher!

But you don't live nobly, you just bleed your expectations across my carpet!

So where are your fucking manners?