THE HAWK

  

The City    by Jeremiah Kauffman        

I have erected temples inaugurating your forthcoming. May the wind speak well my name, for my name is the only thing which stands in my stead to bring the tide of my arrival.                                  ---  I have arrived in ragged clothes. Look at me; I am nothing but a child, and I am covered in mucus and debris. Clean me off, please. Perhaps you won't. Perhaps I will be crushed under your fist. I should only hope so much, and to hope would be more than I deserve. What do I deserve? I shouldn't think or speak such things. To speak of deserving is to annihilate that small soul which manages to break together the few letters necessary to spell these words.                                                

     So who is, this watcher of my soul? I don't know. I wish I knew, but then maybe I don't.                 

     I have erected temples in celebration of your forthcoming. Please be so kind as to dance within their halls and show them your fiery glory. Don't show your disdain; dance and be merry. My minstrels are the finest that ever were. I have nothing to hide.Their masks are of gold and my chest plate is of silver- the finest silver of..........Oh, no...........The silver.............God, if only I could touch the silver.                                                                                                                                              --   -   I have erected temples in your forthcoming; I welcome you into my halls of luxury and pleasure, but don't dismay that my erection is formed of words, since all I can say is that it is. Unfortunately, words do not procreate as easily as the ignorant.                                                                                 ---   The scythe reaps the weak from the bed of life; I should only hope that this burning seed inside of my brain is not weak but strong-strong enough to endure the fire I subject it to. Even now the blade calls; it calls and it moans. It calls and it moans, like the sick sleep of those who have allowed sickness to slip between their thighs.                                                                                                         - I have erected temples in celebration of your arrival; won't you feast with me and my legion of many? My legion, yes, they are invisible, but I grant unto you that they do, I swear, move beneath my skin in the places unknown. They are an army waiting to speak- to speak of themselves. They are dangerous and mighty; the wise would be quick to cut them down in their infancy, but the wise slumber and so do I flourish.                                                                                                                  ---I have erected temples; won't you feast? I allow this feast. I betray this feast. I become this feast. I am the whole of this feast with the very words that roll beyond the screen and into your mind. The abyss is oh so deep if only you'd care to try it's depths.       I have......... What I wanted to say.        I have...........                                                                                                                                                   --I have temples in in erection of your oncoming slaughter- no salvation, of my people. You salute my people and so do I yours. Your people come to my door and I let them in. We dance. It all happens in such a small space. The court is now my invention.    by Jeremiah Kauffman                 jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com    contact: pernetrope11828jkart@outlook.com

A GOD CALLED GOD

                                                 A God Called God  by Jeremiah Kauffman                                      -                                                                                                                                                                    -     Having grown up in the South, overbearing religiousness has been a thorn in my side. I think what I've always found most irritating about it is it's lack reason and imagination. The world is such a nicer and more interesting place when one appreciates the unexplainable beauty of nature. The mind is capable of providing a feast for the soul, if only one can see past the self-perpetuating ignorance of religion. I wanted to create a symbol in a playful act supposedly creating a new god. I decided to put something else on a cross: something that is unknown. We do not know if this creature is good or bad, a criminal or a martyr, it just is. It is a anthropomorphization of the cross, enacting the drama of suffering but with anonymity because it is not a beloved figure supposedly trying to teach the world something but the cross itself having taken on characteristics which predict it's future use. Just to be clever, I decided to name this god "God".                                                                                               --       by Jeremiah Kauffman     2004          jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

THE FOUR SCOURGES

                                                         Fiery Sky by Jeremiah Kauffman                                                   --                                                                                                                                                                    --  The Four Scourges will arrive in procession.        First there is the Scourge of Wind, which goes by the name Fate. It will bring pestilence to the city; pestilence of mind, and pestilence of body. It also goes by the name Koroviev, and it is madness.                                                                                     -    Two seasons later, the Scourge of water will come, and it is Yeshua Ha-Nozri, from whose wounds the Water of Life will continue to flow until they cover the land. The Planet Earth will lose it's innocence, the Great Dams tended above and below will be burst open forever henceforth, and the Great Cities will be flooded for a fortnight. There will be a sudden fast and bitterness will develop in the hearts of men, tainting the Sword of Justice, which Yeshua will hold in his right hand for an eternity.                                                                                                                                                       -    There will be an intermission of Panic, and the Well of Mana will be unearthed and a Horn will grow in it's place; debauchery and greed will triumph.There will be an assortment of slavery, and a select few will maintain rule with an iron fist.                                                                                       - -    The third scourge, the Scourge of Earth, which goes by the name Behemoth, is not a time but a people; it will be the result of generation producing generation, a mountain of flesh, that has no real name. It is both man and beast, and the world will become a dark and broken place under it's care-taking.                                                                                                                                                    --   The fourth scourge is the Scourge of Fire, and it is The End, when the entire race goaded by the hand of Azazel, attempts to eliminate itself. It begins with the Great War and ends when the Master Himself comes to reclaim his retinue, and the Sun goes dark forever.   by Jeremiah Kauffman  2008                    jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com                                                                                      

TELEVISION TREE

Television Tree by Jeremiah Kauffman

              Data grows wild in the matrix just as emotion flows from the heart and thought is woven in the mind. It is not really a television, but more of a console. Perhaps there grows a forest of these trees somewhere deep in the matrix and a show is put on for a while on their screens.                    - -            by Jeremiah Kauffman             jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com        

WE WILL BE< FOREVER MORE< THE HUMAN RACE

Paranoia by Jeremiah Kauffman

      Someday there will be monuments to Dick and Gibson alongside Milton and Homer, and William Blake will be held in the same regard as Yeshua Ha-Nozri. Our dreams will be safely suspended above the memory of Kepler, and Plato will become irrelevant and obsolete. We will colonize every niche of the solar system; we will master every atmosphere and stratosphere. We will find ways to travel and live, in, around, and under every surface, solid and fluid, and in the vacuums all around.----      Some of us will know  the cold dawn of Mars ; tempered by familiar Sol. The dark, swirling clouds of Jupiter will be pregnant with our craft, navigating the nebulous Tempest, a calm communion with Ba'al over flies. We will bleed Venus until she is dried up, and settle down on her crusty shores. We will hold Mercury in our artificial hands like a burning token and plant earrings in the rings of Saturn. With the thumb of industry and the forefinger of technology, we will flick old Hades into the Void and kiss the sisters, Uranus and Neptune.------------------------------------------------      We will be, forevermore, the human race.-------------------------------------------------------------------      I love the word frequency; it describes so many things; visible and invisible light, soundwaves; waves can be real or abstract, the vibration that heats a rock or the pulse of light that makes your eyes work. The ranges are constant, like a roadmap, a compass that points in foreign directions.-------------      I want to see liquid ozone and frozen ozone; it changes color, gets darker, I wonder if it's beautiful.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------     This night has gone nowhere. Will I carry on normally tomorrow or has my mind spent to long in isolation? Ineed to rest but the sun is about to come out. I know this feeling well, disregarding tomorrow for the sake of a night of fantasy, living in reverse, choosing to experience the reward followed by the punishment. I feel like a mess. Is it my mind or is there something wrong with my body? All I can do is cling to the hope that in a few days things will return to normal.------------------          by Jeremiah Kauffman    March 26, 2008            jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com