Monthly Archives: March 2017

The Last Magician

Is sudden brilliance revelation or intuition? Most would say the answer clearly is intuition. But what if what we think of as intuition is actually revelation, that the magicians were right and the scientists are wrong? What then? Did Newton, by reason, introduce to the world what we now call modern science or was it revealed to him? And if so, by whom or what?

The sun doth neither rise nor set
The Earth rotates and so we get
Illusion that the sun has moved in space
Copernicus though saw the truth
And said the sun sets not, forsooth
The Earth doth move while Sun remains in place
But was this truth before revealed
To ancients who saw a star field
As gods who spoke to men in garbled tongue
As revelation of divine
Intention noble or condign
And from such revelations magic sprung
Does revelation live today
Does magic still have much to say
About the universe and all of time
The last magician is the one
Who shows us that the gods have fun
By tantalizing us with garbled rhyme

The Blood Of The Dragon

It has been known for centuries that the body of the dragon is filled with fire and blood, and that when pierced by the tusks of its natural enemy, the elephant, the fire and blood spew out in noisome horror. Today’s dragon is the current version of the radical leftist Democrat Party, in which the bloated body is so filled with blood-red hatred and malice that when the elephant  gores the dragon with his tusks, hatred, malice, lies and anger spew out in a mass of stinking bloody sludge.

Oh noble beast of sacred tusk
Triumphant over dragons be
And keep us safe from dawn to dusk
Preserve this land from sea to sea
The dragon dead, its venom spent
Will yet arise and breathe again
And of his sins will not repent
But seek the dominance of men
Oh noble beast of sacred tusk
Bestride the dragon underfoot
And by your noble maddened musk
By dragon fire turn to soot
The body of the dragon slain
And to the wind disperse the vile
And horrid creature who would stain
The land with stinking, hateful bile