ADAM'S EARTH
By
Edward E. Rochon
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Parody Parade
Collected Poems I
Golden Age Essays
Golden Age Essays II
Golden Age Essays III
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Preface
Father Adam
Mother Eve
The Great Sorrow
Vindication by Ignorance
Solomon's Error
Land Eternal
Hollywood Divine
About the Author
Preface
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? Pimps and whores, witches and bitches, fraud and deception, lust blowing through the infernal grove, such is the state of planet Earth. When the wind blew over the darkened abyss, when all this came about, what light portended this? What burning apocalypse sanctioned this horror of flesh and mirth extracted out of pain like the extraction of an abscessed tooth? The relief of grief cannot justify this. Begone demon world of the possessed that makes folly an endeavor, grief the road to wisdom and wisdom a vice, and virtue folly.
He who hates pain most, endures pain best. Let those who make a virtue of suffering go down to the pit. May they never rise again. Let them drink their virtue of vice to the dregs of the abyss forever. Back to Table of Contents
Father Adam
Father of mine, father of earth
Through all the days of thy sad life
A millennium or so's mirth
Lost to time for sake of thy wife.
Does it matter beyond the grave
Forgiven or forgotten now?
And was it just that you were brave
Like fierce boars fighting for their sow?
Tell me father true and sincere
What was it like to live those years
With thy traitor wife once so dear
Company for a thousand years?
To sin not but tainted by flesh
Flesh shared, grief shared on woman's breast
The suckled fount of thy death fresh
On that dawn of thy birth, God's rest
The day next, but your restless nights
Fitful sleep, less deep than when she
From thy breast, extracted delights
God drew, for what true purpose, He?
God's footprint, plain for men to see
But his justice lost in deep fog
The dark mist chills to the bone he
Who ponders these things, this dark bog
Where the hell hound howls in the night
And the witch's curse plagues man still
When men leery of the hound's bite
Seek rest atop the fateful hill
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Mother Eve
Mother of life, source of seeing
Tree of wisdom and tree of life
Light a pyre; burn her dark being
Truth burns the witch, burns the false wife
What bitter irony is Eve
The second count, even digit
How odd she is, how cruel her weave
Of death that makes the child fidget
Uneasily upon her lap
Her weary arms, her chafed teats' fire
Portends a hell, as much as nap
In cool of day and child's desire
What life's in clay, none is there found
The spirit breath reveals the source
Not air but soul makes life abound
There is the thought, and there the force
Soul of my soul, kindred feeling
Of life, not of death in the flesh
For “the flesh availeth nothing”
Said he at cost of blood and flesh
Demon woman, dark succubus
Suckle and die at wisdom's breast
That truth may live in you and us
Spit out the demon seed and rest
Rest upon the golden bough pressed
Low with the fruit of life that heals
The serpent's poison seed though dressed
In knowledge, fateful, souls he steals
Through ignorance of truth and life
Of light and hope and purity
Where virtue dwells and where the knife
Of the circumcised heart's city
Glistens as Excalibur's lie
Never did but poisoned apples
Of malice deceived you and die
And fortune lured you where grapples
She-devils for your soul entombed
In death's womb and your life consumed
With grief and lust and the promise
Of false hope and rebirth and this
Life through deception, joy through fraud
Without husband and without God
And your spouse but a mere lapdog
And God upended, just a great Dog
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The Great Sorrow
Man a stranger in his own world
The nations demon possessed wraiths
Children of the Whore whose unfurled
Scarlet flag flies o'er many faiths
That an innocent man is blamed
In fury redder than that flag
Of shame on the tower once named
Babel where foolish masons drag
Bricks and mortar still fired in shame
Though shameless proud, insolent slaves
Of harlotry and fraud rename
Vices virtue honest men knaves
Call sound logic superstition
Delusion truth, truth delusion
Found wealth on the poor's perdition
And rule in state through confusion
How the tormenters' stings and taunts
Instill fretful confusion here
Save for that certain truth that haunts
Man's inner soul, the sad recourse
Never forget to hate when comes
The thug and priest and cur to whet
Cruelty and perverted lust and sums
Of greedy thirst for loot to bet
On fortune's wheel of villainy
It is no sin to hate the vile
But is sin not to revile the
Unjust foes with all thy fierce bile
He who hates not, loves not
Love the sinner, love sin
Love the repentant heart
That the just cause may win
Unfurl the indignant heart high
Of man in his glory unbowed
With fraud and lies and heavy sigh
Till judgment day rise like the cloud
Made red with the light of daybreak
Peels of thunder joyous and free
From fear of God's wrath and to break
Our shackles, lightening bolts strikes thee
On shackled wrists and shackled feet
Into shackled minds bolted shut
By fear and ignorance replete
With lust's allure and carnal rut
Not that the world is free but just
Freedom without justice is vice
Just forbearance is apt lest lust
Free itself with death as the price
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Vindication by Ignorance
I did a bad thing and I don't know why
Did it in my youth and I don't know why
Did some more bad things and I don't know why
Thinking about it sometimes makes me sigh
God did bad things to Job and Job don't know why
God did lots of bad things to Job. Why? Why?
God had a bet with the devil; that's why?
Life is a game many say with a smile
Life is a game many say with a sigh
I think that might be why I did bad things
I've thought that before, and the rule of things
Is do on to others before they do...
You know how it goes, golden rule of games
And we must be one of the gang in games?
It's not cruelty; it's just the way you play
Except it is cruelty, the gang and games
Then how could you believe that, errant knave?
I was a kid, and some bad things aren't that...
You know, bad; stealing a pair of pliers?
Pliers lead to airplanes and killing too!
Well you don't think of that, airplanes, killing
When you steal the pliers; I'm ignorant
You see; yes that's it, that more than willing
To killing; it's chilling; what about God?
Job said, “Why God, why, why, oh why allow this?”
God said, “Shut up, you're ignorant, son of man.”
And so God and I have the same excuse
I'm ignorant excuses God and I
Or does it? it does on my part says I
I can't speak for God; he's smarter than me
And I don't like the way the world is run
But am too stupid to run it myself.
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Solomon's Error
Our tomes of errant verse portend the curse divine
Pages turned but falling leaves for memory's fire
Here and gone, wisdom turned to folly like fine wine
To vinegar to cleanse the decay of death's mire
The rotting bog preserving death or the grave
Worm eaten dissolution and corroded stones
Erasing monikers of the dead that engrave
Our cities of the dead where dwell our rotting bones
Not much memory does wisdom make its mark here
Forgetfulness of error, vice and filth of mind
Where truth as a flower takes root, a garden clear
In the clearing of the mind set free to unwind
A seine of lies, the tangled web of sweet deceit
Turned bitter poison in its time like our fine wine
Vinegar would be sweet by contrast when we meet
At judgment day when our schemes and plots entwine
About us as winding sheets and binding cords fit
To our crimes and folly, prisoners of justice
Shall we ever see light again but hell's surfeit
Of burning refuse of trash, some hope of hospice?
Let us listen up here and now, and leave the past
Page of memory lost to time again and again
To hear now rather than to read later aghast
At past crimes, blind to present travesty and pain
Better five apt truths now than hundreds of proverbs
Germane to troubles not at hand from other lands
This weariness the preacher knew but blind to curves
On his winding journey took no heed of remands
God placed on such misdeeds, he veered from the straight road
His kingdom unraveled while the winding sheet wound
About the souls of his court and people to goad
The stubborn heart to turn back from perdition bound
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Land Eternal
Cheated of life and land, home and hearth and justice
By corrupt tower builder, traitor to his own
Hypocrite stepfather, orphan's curse, a hostess
Of death your stepmother, better left on your own
Cherokee nation, your own shamans' wiles deceive
Weakened you, possessed you, left you weak and lame
To wickedness profane, betrayed to demon Eve
Possessed and so dispossessed of all but your name
Lift your hand to the moon and behold your own hand
Your shaman's lies will not change the vision there seen
The hand of man and nothing more in any land
The nations are demon possessed cursed and unseen
Hiding behind blood spilled and flowing through your veins
Brothers kill brothers, family the first suspects
Of murder, and most theft the inside job points vanes
In the winds of war and crime back where truth inspects
As thick as heathens, as thick as thieves, evil winds
Despoil the land for cruelty's sake and greed unbound
By light of day, by dint of truth; for evil wins
In darkness, till Adam's clarion calls resound
Land eternal, eternal man return this land
To man again and the vampire empire vanquish
Life is not a game where umpires reign and remand
The law is farce; just men reign here or we languish
In cruel misery awaiting our violent end
Whether by sword or slow poison or arrow's flight
The straight road the evil one must perforce to bend
Lest men take back this earth and he flee from our sight
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Hollywood Divine
Sophocles they say was the cheeriest man
On the streets of Athens, fatal city
Heathen wiles, fraud and lechery to fan
The flames of lust and of depravity
How the priests love fate, eternal too late
Too late to hate, to resist, to abate
The satyr lust, the symposium bait
That enthralls men to the lie of vain fate
Religion as a show, and sports events
Curtails virtue behind the curtain veil
Of dissimulation and so prevents
Life as truth immanent and pure, a tale
Well worth the telling and more worth the hearing
Hollywood wizard's wand of ignorance
Sex and violence to no purpose or thing
Worth the telling much less worth forbearance
Holy Wood, redwood, ancient of days past
And future dreamer of dreams and visions
Repelling the pest of vice as cedar
Sanctified the holy apparitions
Between the cherubim and mercy seat
From dark clouds thunder peeled in betrothal
As on Horeb: Why the threats and conceit
Of chosen ones, chosen priests and offal?
The veil is drawn, the curtain rent in twain
The show ends the lesson begins anew
Lest it be all in vain, prattle insane
Speak to the man and not the crowd you knew
Art is from the soul and soul speaks to soul
Each soul makes the torrent crowd roar as waves
Crashing against the rocks of the sea shoal
The crowd is vain as the eye portal saves
The artist from celebrity ashes
Eyes without a face, Idol of disgrace
Fans fires of fancy, hopeless backlashes
Killing lover and beloved and the race
Make your pay by bestowing grace at first
On yourself, improving your worth to self
A model of art to the artless thirst
For self-worth by art for man's sake, not pelf
Vampire city, tinsel town nightmare shame
Music of crime, boulevard of deception
Hooker-ville, cinematic pimp fame
Sin no more, let life be your conception
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Other Works by the Author
(Available online)
Golden Age Essays
Golden Age Essays II
Golden Age Essays II
About the Author
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