Songs of Ruinous Anger

The ordered and disordered thoughts of D. George. A collection of things that amuse, move, inspire and irritate, and of course a number that manage to infuriate. All writings and poetry on this blog are mine, except where credit is given to someone else. I do not own the pictures on this blog except those that look profoundly amateurish and/or contain descriptions pointing to my taking them (such as location and time).

  1. April 23, 2014


    In the brightened darkness of my
    mother’s womb, I laughed,
    A sinister amusement of riotous
    dreams, a shriek, a breath, a
    respiratory quake,
    This was the genesis of beautiful
    nightmares, a reach of ghosts, a
    womb of tombs,
    Pietà conjured from amorphous
    stone, the marbled statue of
    anguished bodies,
    I redoubled gold in this cavern of
    flesh, transmutation tricks of
    hard dust to metal,
    An alchemy within a wandering
    Madonna, her babe the promised
    death of life,
    Destroyer of worlds at the hour of
    atomic wars, I took hammer to glass
    and shattered a fragile peace,
    In a faraway land, amidst the
    amniotic fluid of a swollen womb
    A child wept her first tear and
    quieted her upheaval to the burst
    of a hiccup,
    Across this distance of womanly
    Earths, the supernatural threads of
    a prophecy began their stitching,
    And so it was that marriage was
    foretold before the violence of birth
    and the rousing of mirth,
    I thus bore the knowledge of my union
    before the acquiring of consciousness
    A priori pestilence plaguing the
    bloodstreams of wisdom,
    And she would be a wise woman of
    chemistry and black magic, astronomy
    and astrology,
    Philosophy and the ecclesiastical
    mysteries performed by those who
    wished god existed,
    And in the carnal arts of pleasure and
    ecstasy, she counted every pore of my
    being and gave me 10 million prick points
    of awoken sensations,
    But in the womb I was no more than
    the planting and tendering of a fortune
    told above the stir of potions,
    And for this I laughed, in sinister tones.

  2. April 23, 2014
  3. April 23, 2014

    "It is strange how the Democratic and Republican parties currently fix themselves in not just the ghost, but the imagined apparition of John F. Kennedy and Ronald Reagan, respectively. These buried presidents, canonized in death by the party faithful, have been baptized and freed of all iniquities that blemished their years in office. Forgotten is Kennedy in all of his political, geo-strategical and sexual recklessness, that perhaps for the first time in the nation’s history exposed the occupant of the Oval Office to actual blackmail. And the damn-near senile Reagan, who frequently dozed off during cabinet meetings has been replaced with a cold warrior who stared down the Soviet Union in single combat and inaugurated an age of unparalleled economic prosperity across these continental lands."

  4. April 23, 2014

    The Forms of Killing

    Beyond the high motives
    of deicide and regicide,
    Men entangled in the low
    cunning of homicide,
    And when gods and kings
    had been murdered, and
    Fellow thieves sacrificed
    to the knife,
    There lay before wounded
    minds, the darkened draw
    of suicide.

  5. April 22, 2014

    The Palace of Versailles

    I roamed past the lapping
    tides of black waters
    In a city of much romance
    to forgive my despair,
    Its furious lights darted
    amongst the night’s dark
    My senses sharpened and
    dulled to impair,
    I am blindness under the
    twinkle of stars
    Tongue stiffened to exchange
    words with the few,
    Ears and nose too ravaged
    by cold,
    I only know it is morn’ by
    feel of the dew.

  6. April 22, 2014

    The Olympians

    Khan, that son of thunder,
    the skies turned grey beneath
    a storm of seas,
    Lines of latitude atop tropical
    streams, as dry heat gathered
    upon Parliament’s lane,
    Camouflaged men burned
    the wooded planes, no rebels
    hide in forests tonight,
    Outlaws razed an imperial
    rite, civil war riddles those
    gods of might.

  7. April 22, 2014
  8. April 22, 2014

    "I think what the new Fox reality series “I Wanna Marry Harry” proves is that you can always gather enough people dumb enough to believe just about anything you tell them, and slutty enough to oblige just about any request you make of them. I have long held that the world is ripe with money-making opportunity if one is willing to exploit others and take advantage of their stupidity. It is only an allegiance to the decencies that prevents some of us from seizing this open market."

  9. April 22, 2014


    They lay naked in braided twists
    of albino skin and melanin awe,
    An interlock of loose limbs and
    lips, making them desire more,
    Beyond the pane a darkening sky
    of gathering rain and humid air,
    Storms that end the world could not
    tear apart this love strong pair.

  10. April 22, 2014

    Clean Hands

    Soft and small, your
    hands laid bare
    Clean and rinse, for
    them show care,
    Soap and water, your
    new friends
    To you much favor
    good health sends.