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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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Strictly Sarcastic - Bohemian Decree
Have a big feast made and have all
the beggars of your country invited there,
and when they're all inside a huge tent
prepared for that occasion,
and they're all eating and feasting,
then quickly have the big drome
on each of its four corners
lighted up simultaneously,
and have it all burned down,
the tent along with all
the bloody beggars inside there,
and you'd be rid of all the bastards
in one efficient strike!
The same thing could be done with any other grouping -
in case if you chose to rather have the beggars
dancing on your table
and instead sacrifice any other class of mischieve makers.
For instance, why don't the narcotic commands
go out in their respective domains
and dry 'em all out literally -
by burning all them stuff users up,
for an end to be reached to
their ill-fated miserable feud
against syndicated drug ring leaders,
if this really were, as they say,
the acclaimed aim of their hunting game.
And, on a grass-root level drive again,
bring all them visibly high-riding
downside faces of modern society, and
our deranged & perverted drugs culture, around tables,
on one day in a year, on
a sort of pacifier holiday,
on which the law officially would
keep all their eyes closed, and on which,
for the same purpose as in the case study above,
a huge tent were to be put up to
accommodate all of them dreaded substance gimmickers,
for all of them to be joined happy together
under one roof, and
lavishly feed them to their squirming hearts' delights
on all sorts of herbs & drugs
whatever they're fit to take in,
with your fire-works superintendants in the back,
posted at the four corners of the freaky holidayers tent,
whetting their flint-stones and polishing their sun magnifying glasses,
while waiting for their sign to strike it off
at the right moment.
And there they'd all go -
go up in one column of smoke.
Or what would you rather want to get rid of?
I say Hitler should have simply abolished money,
the root of all evil, to
find that wanted salvation and peace for his nation,
and not go after Jews, gypsies and gays,
the jobless and vagabonds!
Having evil money abolished still were
the best thing that could happen to our world.
And it wouldn't even take another Hitler to get it done,
if only all the people would want it to happen!
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Sunday Mass For The Vain
'I should have planned
Better with you,
But since, by this Sunday,
Already you've come
Thanking,
I feel
I should'nt push through,
So as
Not, for your vanity,
To entice discontentment
In you, '
someone pondered about another
In the Lord
At Sunday Mass,
And so, Sunday Mass didn't usher in the changes
Amass.
Sometimes, could a dive in the divine jive
Be timed
Out of time
And awry
With our daily hypersonic life
Out on the open plains?
Or
Sometimes, might it be useless to be, on Sundays only,
Attending mass
At a time
When one ought to be
Seeking the inner temple
Day in, day out,
Lost on an
Ill-guided stroll in time
In a dark cavern
Of a rude world,
Mondays, Tuesdays,
Wednesdays, Thursdays,
Fridays, Saturdays, too,
To be praying,
For the one with powers
To take over
The rudder
Ruder, now,
But in the end
Smoothing out all things? !
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Tetra Heads Of A Three-Dimensional World Glowing Quadro
What makes the seer see more than all the other seeing ones is
What, by his composure and far-sightedness,
Renders those other seers versus him merely one-eyed, if not to say blind,
- More like wonderfully awed by this grand surprise
Touch-down on the surface of miraculous Earth than
Focusing in on an overwhelming underlying
Beauty of the magic carpet of
Cosmic texture, into which every form of life and thing is secretly woven into,
And from where one could actively start participating in
Enhancing this greatest framed picture of creation in cosmos,
When envisioned,
Without falling out of line with the basic theme song at hand.
The most stalwart organs' play, so to speak, gets
Wasted thin, when short of their players'
Acumen and aspiration for best ends and
Perfection.
Eyes ought to open up to a secret red thread seen running through
The patterns of beauty in the world
For the ones looking out from them to be
Blooming into singular lotus-like flowers of
Vision, who are to
Grace the Earth's lake of life with pure waters ever
Gushing in directly from the spring of love beats of a
HEART that is all too eager to
Strive and break through and
SEE for itself, HEAR for itself... -
The blind root core organ, as it were, reaching out for its embrace of the world,
By every fibre of the body.
The tender plant of intuition needs to be tended to
With loving care and cherished.
Great oraclers first thing
Whenever they hold an appearance on their summit
Light up their torches with inner flames rising heavenward.
But the vessel that holds the
Dissective inspective fire -
The fire that is You and I - must be
Filled up, filled up from within as from without,
Filled with the fermentation of a
Salubrious compost,
gained out of the dross of
One's hazardous venture into
The life of nature.
Life is too wonderful not to try and make the best of it.
Out of divine visions creation is born.
Humans are heads of creation.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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The All-Human Story Of Isis
- Isis - sister & wife of arch-king -
Osiris - who had first installed peace & happiness
in most ancient Egypt's society,
by virtue of the country life's magical guidance
through priestly divinized cosmic minds
which, by ritual laws, were 'poured' into the most highly cherished
legendary figures,
set up as statues in palace-temples where,
along with constant chanting of the respective gods' thousands &
thousands
of various descriptive cosmic & earthly appellations & names,
which in the temple's innermost dome gathered up as one mind,
they were regularly being waited on:
most lusciously bathed, clothed, adorned, fed, and in many other
pleasing ways sought to make happy,
so as for them, when faced eye to eye with their audience,
to shower their various personal blessings, onto them.
Isis' evil, envious brother-in-law - Set - had Osiris eventually done
away with
by planned fraternicide, on which Isis, very sad, went to retrieve
Osiris' remains. Isis wanted to restore her husband's remains
for a big burial, to assure the smooth underworld gliding
of his deceased mind-compound, to be royally positioned
next to that of gods, but Isis' endeavour was thwarted
again by evil Set, on which Isis just gave up her life, to, right there
and then,
join Osiris at least to herself, leaving behind only the word
that her soul would transfix itself into a hawk; this is why all
Egyptian pharaos,
descending from Osiris, who thenceforth was declared god of the
underworld,
from then on wore decorative falcon masks whenever
they appeared in public, as being
hawk-eyed sons of queen-turned-goddess Isis,
and as such thus pledging their vow to do revenge
against Set and to uproot the seed of evil the latter had sown.
Thereafter, pharao Akhenaton came to shine
all-inclusive Sun God Ra's forgiving light of power on each & everyone
in Egypt,
finally closing the chapter of their ill-fated royal ancestor.
After a time of the expansive Romans meddling with the Egyptians,
the former eventually became followers of the divine martyr Jesus the
Nazarene,
while the latter embraced the principles of divine seer Muhammad.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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