ATTENTION VANCOUVER PUBLIC LIBRARY

The library home page has been compromised by the same stupid malicious program to disable my javascript functions again. This is the fifth time I have had to report this constant breach of your computer's functionality from the same offender[s] since January. Police, do you know what that's like for me? It's like someone busting in my home and stabbing me and me reporting it and then two weeks later I get stabbed again and I report it and then a month later it happens again and I report it and then it happens again and I report it and then it happens again and I report it. So this bleeding victim is not unreasonable when he says that the internet does not serve artists. This internet is a threat to artists. This internet is nothing but a playground for criminals. And the only reason I am on the web is to put back my mountains of good work that have been spoiled by crime on the internet for the sake of history and out of my duty to God. I don't need JavaScript to share my poetry though. I'm just going to try to keep my entries in verse if I can in this next blog: Storyblog. I'll see if I can have the first part of my next story posted by early next week.
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Stupistition

Yes, I know, I'm back. I didn't follow through. This was not a pragmatic decision, on my part, but a faith based one. I thought that I might have recovered enough of my old work to leave this silly world behind. The amount of evil I must face by myself sometimes gets the best of me and makes me apathetic. Once I stop caring about this world, I'm very close to suicide. I don't know how much of this mood disorder is internal, since it seems to be accompanied by strange goings on around me. The evil crew who stole so many of my poems and used them for witchcraft, for example, may have learned a few tricks about how to use my work to impose suicidal thoughts on me. They are a superstitious lot, since they have witnessed many inexplicable things by their proximity to certain artists whose work may be charged with supernatural power. This is the second time now that the appearance of an ambulance to take away a neighbor has been accompanied by a distinct lift in my mood, as though I had managed to outlast some assault by witchcraft perpetrated by someone living nearby and turned his evil onslaught against him. Perhaps it's no coincidence. You all know that I was a staunch atheist to start out with. I rejected things from my field of view that were not supported by physical evidence, including Christ. But I have certainly changed my outlook since then, haven't I? Radically! I have changed my outlook based on an experience that I first deemed as a schizophrenic episode in 2007, but which convinced me of its authenticity when I experienced it a second time in 2010. Essentially, it was an encounter with entities who identified themselves as Christian ghosts. This vivid episode provided me the evidence that my skeptical, analytical brain demanded, and like the doubting Thomas, I converted to a profound faith in the Lord. I returned to my childhood habits of nightly prayer and offering my suffering to aid spirits in distress. And, of course, I devoted my poetry to God. While this was my initial reaction in 2007, which led to the construction of many of the poems I wrote that year, my faith didn't last. Someone pulled the rug out from under me somehow in 2007 to scramble the positive signals I was receiving that were keeping me motivated to undergo this 'holy' mission and turn them into messages of hate. I believe that it was Dateline NBC in November 2007, when they broadcast a show that viciously hung me with the image of a fraud. It drove me from the web and cleared the way for their network's shameful looting of my thousands of web posts in the years that followed. It is because my work is so pure and so charged with good faith that it attracts evil people who like to practice spells and divination. When you turn a holy work upside down, it yields the most evil. They had quite an armada of my poems to work with since 2007, but I'm slowly recovering every single last one of them. They conjure up evil and then try to protect themselves from the fallout with more evil. They are determined to avoid repenting at all costs when repenting is the only way out from evil. They have made my life very difficult in the last few years, having me so outnumbered and refusing to leave me in peace. But I will outlast them and survive to produce much, much more poetry. Poetry provides the ultimate vehicle to share my thoughts and feelings. Do you ever wonder if great works of art and poetry and music win fans in the spirit world? If so, my spirit fans would be greatly offended by the treatment I have been receiving at the hands of these vicious, superstitious industry assholes. Did you ever wonder that a huge conflict may exist between the spirit world and the flesh world over the issue of my copyright ownership? If so, the spirits will ultimately win that battle. And if a noble spirit who has been charged by God to protect the innocent - as I suggest in my poem, the Watchers - ever visited one of these industry assholes, he or she would probably mistake it as a demon, rather than as an avenging angel. This is because such industry assholes lie to themselves so thoroughly that they believe they are innocent. Well, I'm fully restored to my mission, but I'll leave that last post up to give you some idea of the abysmal depression I may be suffering at the hands of neighborhood necromancers who abuse my work. Don't take the put downs too personally. Maybe one day, we can assemble a crowd that does not celebrate the destruction of an innocent artist by the honoring of his work in the hands of evil frauds. My ghost friends don't want me to commit suicide. I must have important work to do. All the same, this is a faith based decision.
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Free to Kill Myself

I'm working on a new story at home and trying to get ahead on it so that I can share it a piece at a time like I did with the Obelisk. Last night, I heard that a silly movie was made out of my first post of this poem. I bet I caught it in 2007, complained, and then they went ahead with it after I broke down and erased my account. If you write popular work and you don't want to rush out and get rich with it, it seems that you are punished. If you tell people you don't like 'people who want to be stars' because you find them too ambitious, you'll be lucky to survive it. Chasing power is the law of the land, not humility, as Jesus would have wanted. And it sounds like some asshole is committing another copyright violation with something new. And he's got a woman supporting him, calling him a genius. It's looking more and more like the only way to stop this continuous fraud is for the depressed victim to commit suicide so that he can not share any new work to be stolen from him. Hey, it's the only real freedom I've got.
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Obelisk Epilogue

I'm pleased with the ending to my long poem this time, unlike 2007. When I first tried to write the Obelisk, I left a lot of gaps in the plot and made the ending too preachy. I also didn't like the association between the good Ophelia and the evil Moribund and found it impossible to resolve. But this time, I managed to tie it all together very nicely in the ending, even managing to explain some of the more far-fetched coincidences by 'act of gods'. While Saturday Night Live wanted the world to focus on one line of a 512 line poem, the line about the frying pan in Part VII, in order to make my masterpiece look cheesy, in some ways, it's a very serious work. The tyrant's delusion, for instance, is highlighted by his absence from the gods in Part I and the tyrant's fear is, I think, very skillfully illustrated by what happens in Part VII. I enjoy philosophy and contemplating the correct use of power and it was most rewarding to be able to share my thoughts in such a colorful story. (By the way, unlike Blogger, my home text editor favors British spelling.) My song, Currents, has the same epic feel as the Obelisk. I wrote the song while re-reading Virgil's Aeneid. I'm still isolated, but I hope that one day I can finally get out there and meet people. I have never had many friends, but that's because I can have so much fun by myself with my work. It also lets me be more original and outstanding with my posts. I had to make a choice a long time ago between being a conformist and being an artist and I had to bow to my talent and choose the latter. And this internet is a great way for predators to pick on loners like me. As such, I think it is a grave threat to our most outstanding talent and to the integrity of our culture. I don't know how anyone can fully enjoy the radio or TV after it committed such a monstrous crime with my work. The networks seem to hope that people will stand by and let them abuse me. But I have more faith in people's goodness. Anyway, I'd like to take a week off, if I can, and see if I can get a little ahead with my posts. I'll try to return with more good content for you. Library patrons, now that I have declared my intention to stay offline for a week or so, please keep an eye on the library computers to make sure the home page has not been compromised by any malicious hackers. Don't let 'w3blog.org' attack my web page again please.
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The Obelisk (Complete)

Part VII was stolen by Saturday Night Live when I erased it to trim this down in late 2007. If anyone's still watching their dirty DVD's that rob my poetry, I hope it gives them horrible nightmares. If you're a loyal follower, I hope you enjoy this tale. I: The Tyrant To lofty shore the gods were brought To judge the war the mortals fought That started with a vulgar slight Against a due religious rite A statue had been madly hewn To pieces small and widely strewn And that the idol be appeased A string of amber mines were seized To cause a statue's face to cave Was an offence considered grave One dare not force indignity Upon a blameless deity And yet the voice of the maligned Expected from within their kind Did not in curses crime condemn But in a hush, eluded them With Love had War gone straight to bed They noticed not a thing, they said No trouble came to Wisdom's thought And Justice heard no thump nor shot Talent had produced a show From Industry's own hammer blow Among the injured, there were none Throughout the total Pantheon The tarnished figure would be odd Or more than likely not a god To Gaia turned their spanning eye To catch the liar in the lie And found a temple plus a trove That first had served to honour Jove Devoted to a faith unknown In he who held the mortal throne A closer look had changed their path Away from cataclysmic wrath For making hard to fools exalt The mighty council found no fault The wiser choice for favouring Must be the kingdom neighbouring Where truth and honour may remain Beyond the madman's awful reign Continued probing would reveal The mishap was a front to steal A fortune did the ruler owe To pay his troops to battle go His thirst for plunder left unchecked Would leave the temples robbed and wrecked The tyrant's name, which came of late Was aptly Moribund the Great Opposing, on the side of right The Prefect of the Lands of Light Considered what would be the cost Of his top secret message lost For progress had his people raced And foes with lesser weapons chased But unlike hordes they faced before Their neighbours knew their arts of war A shadow did the sibyls cast With casualties that numbered vast Should now the wrongful war be won By this most evil Moribund And so the gods put their resource To help the prefect stay the course His nemesis's fearsome rise Would overrun him otherwise II: The Lovers The tyrant had a daughter fair Inclined to pity and to care Patrolling through the worst lines drawn She served the hurt and woebegone To uniform she paid no heed But focused on her patient's need And once Ophelia's top one Was Mark, the prefect's eldest son The men around her wouldn't dare Disturb a single royal hair She felt her youth reduced to waste The blossom of her life debased The fury of her father's law Obstructed callers she could draw But in the foreign eye she found No fear of dark oath firmly bound Her daddy's loyal concubine Had thought it fair to reassign To fierce disputed frontal row Where one's survival's odds were low Thus freely did the princess roam Among the haters of her home And pine for a romantic spell With he who had against her fell When Mark she found severely hit Ophelia was by him smit Discovering before the rest In time to have him rightly dressed She tore the shirt to wrap his arm And make it look as come to harm The doctor found him fit to save And two weeks leave to mend he gave Ophelia's disarming grin Belied the peril Mark was in But of his new lot, she advised And of her own, she too apprised By passion they were swept away Where goddesses held strongest sway And from their longing to be near They plotted both to disappear The times her father came to call His grunts would echo through the hall His shadow cast a form profane With right hand clinging to a cane Before his glare the righteous froze A constant threat to spy expose And soon as Mark was on his feet He'd make his getaway complete The morning of the big parade The nurse with patients visits made And customary for her rounds Wheeled wounded soldiers through the grounds Her favourite she'd had the sense To park the closest to the fence And on the cymbal's loudest clash The two began a wild dash Though from the law they plainly fled Of followers they drew ahead And to the hills were safe to go As marching caused a traffic slow Amid thick trees they huddled wet And waited for the sun to set Then braved a mountain's rugged trail Enduring to proclaim their tale III: The Obelisk The clung to object Mark mistook As just a cane was more a hook A wizard's work, it put command Completely in its holder's hand As pieces on a playing board Would forces move in full accord From caravan to tallest ship They'd feel the pressing icy grip The tidings of the couple's flight Arrived to Moribund at night His busy arm began to shake And all around they felt the quake In order to avenge the breach He needed to extend his reach Out went his armies as a wave Against the few but fiercely brave His whole attention he would turn Against his daughter's bitter spurn His grenadiers were sent to free The places she was said to be But always were the lucky pair At final moment, made aware And able to adjust their trip So their pursuer got the slip His juggernaut carved out a road As far as it could drag its load In regions deep and yet to tame The raiders pushed to triumph claim While straight behind them sternly stood To guard the valley of the good Their master's rod's antagonist The bold and mystic obelisk Though pan-dimensional in span The obelisk was made by man Projected from its metal mast A potent and decisive blast Its rotors spun the day and hour To furnish it with glowing power A clever and imposing spike Its sting could any target strike Ophelia and Mark were sure To into ambush, armies lure Where lacked the room to turn around The prefect's troops would foe surround The father thought it ill advised To have Mark further jeopardized But now the smooth and cunning ploy Would Moribund the Great destroy Into the ring, the wayward crossed Too far from home and clearly lost When from behind, the challenge roared And out of hiding, free men poured Descending on the hapless swarm As though the most ferocious storm To demonstrate what freedom's worth And raze the quarry to the earth The strongest blow that made the day Originated faraway By bearings added to the list Of targets for the obelisk A gaping crater, singed and stained Were all that of the bad remained But once the postures stood to slack The ground shook and the sky went black IV: The Beast When Moribund had failure seen His host eradicated clean A tremor from his angry swing To cavern burst an opening Exposing ray of sun from sky Inducing prisoner to fly And back into the air released A thing known chiefly as the beast Designed to wreak a grievous toll And threaten populations whole Impervious to weapon's fire Functions eons to expire Its maker must have lost control And had to trap it in a hole For lack of means to penetrate The substance of its armoured plate Mistaken for a second drive To keep the tyrant's name alive The apparition stronger grew As experts pondered what to do It spiralled high with cruel intent And to a panic, people sent The predator whose engineer Conditioned it to prey on fear The borders of its deadly shroud Would rival the most stately cloud And wide the chaos that it made When on a fleeing throng it preyed From outstretched wings, destruction rained As on the beast, the sights were trained And marksmen stated with a frown That none of them could bring it down The beast retired every dawn Where seldom men had tread upon And overcome with lethargy Retired from its killing spree Deferring to tranquility The previous hostility No longer fit inside a scene Of meadows green and ponds pristine As soon as pointed to the spot The wonder weapon took a shot And in the fallout, target bathed But came out, more or less, unscathed A sneak attack so cowardly Affected its mood sourly And up it went to culprit track The treachery to answer back The battered troops received a break And set up camp along the lake The cursed thing was elsewhere turned A distant playground might be burned By carrier they sent a note To warn the settlers remote To keep their doors and windows closed And their dependents unexposed To save the world, the gods agreed That they would try to intercede And bring about a fair outcome Or better end, at least, than some Once advocates rose to negate The voice of the prevailing fate They sought the fiend who'd trouble made To see him tremble in the shade V: The Island Galapago, the island state Too far removed to heed the date Had up to now, from senseless ruin Remained essentially immune A self-contained society Allowed to flourish privately Its whereabouts were well apart From any port on any chart Her people, healthy and astute Were much inclined to fine pursuit In harmony with wind and tide For humankind's advance they tried Their living standard was above What most outsiders daydreamed of And long had they enjoyed their run Of trophies glinting in the sun With noble findings to impart In aid of science and of art Their able minds were in demand Beyond the borders of their land As such did they success attain As scholars fit to math explain And from their contemplations deep Proceeded the strategic leap But restless want to take up arms Was blotted out by island charms And spacious sea that lay between Provided an assuring screen A bastion of culture high Amid the regions gone awry Galapago's location stayed Unthinkable to chance invade The obelisk could alter space To hide its track without a trace When last its mark was seen at large It issued out a full discharge With each and every awesome blast Coordinates afield were passed Whence to assign the outward bound As elsewhere born to fight the round A bug alighted on a board Too critical to be ignored The operator with a swat Reversed the course the shot would plot So that its impact would be felt As starting from the island belt The path of doom was thereby bent Against the island innocent Among the crowd that watched the meet Where acrobats in turns compete As panelists debated who The gold should be awarded to A child pointed to an owl That grew into an all-out scowl Until beholders froze with dread At what hung grimly overhead The stoic judge implored aloud For calm behaviour from the crowd Though plainly challenged by a threat The outcome was not certain yet His vision of a bold way out Was by his colleagues not in doubt For this retired scientist Invented first the obelisk VI: The Genius The secret of the tavern's spell Besides the drinks it has to sell Is that it held the latest work Of the esteemed Professor Quirk Concealed behind an attic door A portal to dimensions more Of waves leaked out a plethora That generate euphoria It hummed along with links to planes Superior to most domains And from disaster could prevent Up to the oddest accident Of time and space, it was a helm To let one reach across a realm And to address the current test Professor Quirk would need his best He ran the distance like a fool And cut across the private school The frightened little children's cries Were far too awful to surmise As in the sky, the beast would stalk He made it to the tavern block And through the entrance, up the stair He reached his goal with time to spare He pulled a switch that gave a burst And pondered what he might do first Perhaps the hate that hung above Would be averse to beams of love He cast out signals as a pulse Attempting to the thing repulse But for the effort, all he'd get Was seeing it grow more upset To impulse, time had come to bow He'd tried the only safe way how To lay the gloating culprit low And save the scattered mass below The portal might have had a lack Of good components for attack But perfect did its purpose meet The person seeking to retreat His hand upon the main console The turbines creaked into a roll A chain reaction's slender chance Would be dismissed by circumstance The dial turned and stopped the clock And all were idle as a rock The monster knew not its despair Suspended in the hidden snare With time on hold, the genius moved To have the threat at once removed By teleporting everything But that which tyrannized by wing The portal needed all its strength To stretch across the island's length Then with a push, the sky was clear And silence ended in a cheer Calamity had come to pass By morning's dew upon the grass The beast was gone but left alive To in the barren ocean dive The ripple caused by their withdrawal Was thought to only make it fall But more profound was the effect And wider did it redirect VII: The Labyrinth A dead end for the ragged strays Was Moribund's infernal maze So far inside the planet's crust One felt her molten core combust He used it as a secret hold To let him private plans unfold And keep offenders there interred Where their objections can't be heard The dungeons were a bumpy slab From where the wizard had his lab And if the captives dared dissent They went in his experiment Although a model to behave Ophelia's most trusted slave Into the chair, they roughly put And manacled by hand and foot The girl was young and stricken white And had the good sense not to fight As Moribund would prod and pry Convinced she was his daughter's spy His wizard had devised a trick To boost the power of his stick With concentrated pleading wails Of those who suffered in his jails His darling, dear Andromeda Observed the quaint phenomena Of lightning's flash in cavern deep And wanted to go back to sleep Approaching him with impish guile She thought that it might bring a smile To slip in his bare-fisted hand The handle of a frying pan Without his wand, by panic struck The tyrant had run out of luck He felt completely fallible His phobia unparalleled The fear went up and stirred the beast Who'd been propelled a long way east Descending like a fireball It cut straight through the outer wall The beast smelled panic so intense It drilled through layers cold and dense But in its haste for blood and gore It missed the cave and hit the core The lava soon began to spout In Moribund's forlorn redoubt The deluge was too great to fend And swept the tyrant to his end His sceptre's loss left aim unclear For armies on his long frontier As fierce resistance made things worse They quickly opted to disperse The plummet to the planet's depth Bestowed on beast a choking death Consuming flames would reassure That children were again secure To free her servant from distress Ophelia refused to rest And had until the sudden crash Been poised to help the captives dash She'd penetrated on her own Her father's labyrinth of stone But her good hopes became unreal As boulders fell to exits seal VIII: The Ending Emerged a hot and bubbling brew From where the beast had dove to hew Upon the surface it defied When to its prize, it tried to glide Ophelia and captives loose A flimsy recess put to use Escaping temporarily Their imminent expiry The geyser to her beau displayed Precisely where to plant the spade She'd snuck away to do her deed Refusing to his caution heed He set forth in a fevered pitch And barely made a shallow ditch Before his arms dropped to his side And on a false hope, he relied But chance was said to still exist By their stupendous obelisk Whose light could clear a path through layers And pull the victims out in pairs As prefect's son, Mark pulled his rank To wheel it in from round their flank And to a steep and downward line Its sights were set to realign To see his love, the chance was slim Against the evening's murky dim And such a shot called for finesse With little room to make a guess So Mark turned on the special light To beam an expert to the site With scroll in hand to be archived A piqued Professor Quirk arrived Once of the crisis made aware With eagerness, Quirk brought to bear The added capability Achieved by his mobility He took the seat and lit the screen To count survivors seventeen Who'd found a pocket in the fray On which to bend their knees and pray He typed the enigmatic code To switch the gun to passive mode Then sent down a suppressing ray To hold the lava flow at bay Through microphone, he calmly told The captives to, in pairs, hands hold Their voices let him know they knew To wait until the ray turned blue As soon as, on the grass, replaced Ophelia, with Mark, embraced Professor Quirk on shoulders rode To honour him for what they owed Though saddened with her father dead Ophelia was keen to wed And gone for good were all her woes When, then and there, did Mark propose The scientist who'd peace restored Was made into a full-fledged lord Whose feats were hailed in verses true Though gods received the credit, too Considering the gods had vowed To terminate the tyrant proud The happenstance was best explained By process of the preordained
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The Obelisk: Parts I to VII

Only a poorly led and deeply flawed society would want to honour a pack of poetry stealing pricks like Saturday Night Live. Enjoy what's left of this story after they got to it. I may be late with the ending since there is a lot to wrap up. I: The Tyrant To lofty shore the gods were brought To judge the war the mortals fought That started with a vulgar slight Against a due religious rite A statue had been madly hewn To pieces small and widely strewn And that the idol be appeased A string of amber mines were seized To cause a statue's face to cave Was an offence considered grave One dare not force indignity Upon a blameless deity And yet the voice of the maligned Expected from within their kind Did not in curses crime condemn But in a hush, eluded them With Love had War gone straight to bed They noticed not a thing, they said No trouble came to Wisdom's thought And Justice heard no thump nor shot Talent had produced a show From Industry's own hammer blow Among the injured, there were none Throughout the total Pantheon The tarnished figure would be odd Or more than likely not a god To Gaia turned their spanning eye To catch the liar in the lie And found a temple plus a trove That first had served to honour Jove Devoted to a faith unknown In he who held the mortal throne A closer look had changed their path Away from cataclysmic wrath For making hard to fools exalt The mighty council found no fault The wiser choice for favouring Must be the kingdom neighbouring Where truth and honour may remain Beyond the madman's awful reign Continued probing would reveal The mishap was a front to steal A fortune did the ruler owe To pay his troops to battle go His thirst for plunder left unchecked Would leave the temples robbed and wrecked The tyrant's name, which came of late Was aptly Moribund the Great Opposing, on the side of right The Prefect of the Lands of Light Considered what would be the cost Of his top secret message lost For progress had his people raced And foes with lesser weapons chased But unlike hordes they faced before Their neighbours knew their arts of war A shadow did the sibyls cast With casualties that numbered vast Should now the wrongful war be won By this most evil Moribund And so the gods put their resource To help the prefect stay the course His nemesis's fearsome rise Would overrun him otherwise II: The Lovers The tyrant had a daughter fair Inclined to pity and to care Patrolling through the worst lines drawn She served the hurt and woebegone To uniform she paid no heed But focused on her patient's need And once Ophelia's top one Was Mark, the prefect's eldest son The men around her wouldn't dare Disturb a single royal hair She felt her youth reduced to waste The blossom of her life debased The fury of her father's law Obstructed callers she could draw But in the foreign eye she found No fear of dark oath firmly bound Her daddy's loyal concubine Had thought it fair to reassign To fierce disputed frontal row Where one's survival's odds were low Thus freely did the princess roam Among the haters of her home And pine for a romantic spell With he who had against her fell When Mark she found severely hit Ophelia was by him smit Discovering before the rest In time to have him rightly dressed She tore the shirt that wrapped his arm To make it look as come to harm The doctor found him fit to save And two weeks leave to mend he gave Ophelia's disarming grin Belied the peril Mark was in But of his new lot she advised And of her own she too apprised By passion they were swept away Where goddesses held strongest sway And from their longing to be near They plotted both to disappear The times her father came to call His grunts would echo through the hall His shadow cast a form profane With right hand clinging to a cane Before his glare the righteous froze A constant threat to spy expose And soon as Mark was on his feet He'd make his getaway complete The morning of the big parade The nurse with patients visits made And customary for her rounds Wheeled wounded soldiers through the grounds Her favourite she'd had the sense To park the closest to the fence And on the cymbal's loudest clash The two began a wild dash Though from the law they plainly fled Of followers they drew ahead And to the hills were safe to go As marching caused a traffic slow Amid thick trees they huddled wet And waited for the sun to set Then braved a mountain's rugged trail Enduring to proclaim their tale III: The Obelisk The clung to object Mark mistook As just a cane was more a hook A wizard's work, it put command Completely in its holder's hand As pieces on a playing board Would forces move in full accord From caravan to tallest ship They'd feel the pressing icy grip The tidings of the couple's flight Arrived to Moribund at night His busy arm began to shake And all around they felt the quake In order to avenge the breach He needed to extend his reach Out went his armies as a wave Against the few but fiercely brave His whole attention he would turn Against his daughter's bitter spurn His grenadiers were sent to free The places she was said to be But always were the lucky pair At final moment, made aware And able to adjust their trip So their pursuer got the slip His juggernaut carved out a road As far as it could drag its load In regions deep and yet to tame The raiders pushed to triumph claim While straight behind them sternly stood To guard the valley of the good Their master's rod's antagonist The bold and mystic obelisk Though pan-dimensional in span The obelisk was made by man Projected from its metal mast A potent and decisive blast Its rotors spun the day and hour To furnish it with glowing power A clever and imposing spike Its sting could any target strike Ophelia and Mark were sure To into ambush, armies lure Where lacked the room to turn around The prefect's troops would foe surround The father thought it ill advised To have Mark further jeopardized But now the smooth and cunning ploy Would Moribund the Great destroy Into the ring, the wayward crossed Too far from home and clearly lost When from behind, the challenge roared And out of hiding, free men poured Descending on the hapless swarm As though the most ferocious storm To demonstrate what freedom's worth And raze the quarry to the earth The strongest blow that made the day Originated faraway By bearings added to the list Of targets for the obelisk A gaping crater, singed and stained Were all that of the bad remained But once their postures stood to slack The ground shook and the sky went black IV: The Beast When Moribund had failure seen His host eradicated clean A tremor from his angry swing To cavern burst an opening Exposing ray of sun from sky Inducing prisoner to fly And back into the air released A thing known only as the beast Designed to wreak a grievous toll And threaten populations whole Impervious to weapon's fire Functions eons to expire Its maker must have lost control And had to trap it in a hole For lack of means to penetrate The substance of its armoured plate Mistaken for a second drive To keep the tyrant's name alive The apparition stronger grew As experts pondered what to do It spiraled high with cruel intent And to a panic people sent The predator whose engineer Conditioned it to prey on fear The borders of its deadly shroud Would rival the most stately cloud And wide the chaos that it made When on a fleeing throng it preyed From outstretched wings, destruction rained As on the beast the sights were trained And marksmen stated with a frown That none of them could bring it down The beast retired every dawn Where seldom men had tread upon And overcome with lethargy Retired from its killing spree Deferring to tranquility The previous hostility No longer fit inside a scene Of meadows green and ponds pristine As soon as pointed to the spot The wonder weapon took a shot And in the fallout, target bathed But came out more or less unscathed A sneak attack so cowardly Affected its mood sourly And up it went to culprit track The treachery to answer back The battered troops received a break And set up camp along the lake The cursed thing was elsewhere turned A distant playground might be burned By carrier they sent a note To warn the settlers remote To keep their doors and windows closed And their dependents unexposed To save the world, the gods agreed That they would try to intercede And bring about a fair outcome Or better end, at least, than some Once advocates rose to negate The voice of the prevailing fate They sought the fiend who'd trouble made To see him tremble in the shade V: The Island Galapago, the island state Too far removed to heed the date Had up to now, from senseless ruin Remained essentially immune A self-contained society Allowed to flourish privately Its whereabouts were well apart From any port on any chart Her people, healthy and astute Were much inclined to fine pursuit In harmony with wind and tide For humankind's advance they tried Their living standard was above What most outsiders daydreamed of And long had they enjoyed their run Of trophies glinting in the sun With noble findings to impart In aid of science and of art Their able minds were in demand Beyond the borders of their land As such did they success attain As scholars fit to math explain And from their contemplations deep Proceeded the strategic leap But restless want to take up arms Was blotted out by island charms And spacious sea that lay between Provided an assuring screen A bastion of culture high Amid the regions gone awry Galapago's location stayed Unthinkable to chance invade The obelisk could alter space To hide its track without a trace When last its mark was seen at large It issued out a full discharge With each and every awesome blast Coordinates afield were passed Whence to assign the outward bound As elsewhere born to fight the round A bug alighted on a board Too critical to be ignored The operator with a swat Reversed the course the shot would plot So that its impact would be felt As starting from the island belt The path of doom was thereby bent Against the island innocent Among the crowd that watched the meet Where acrobats in turns compete As panelists debated who The gold should be awarded to A child pointed to an owl That grew into an all-out scowl Until beholders froze with dread At what hung grimly overhead The stoic judge implored aloud For calm behaviour from the crowd Though plainly challenged by a threat The outcome was not certain yet His vision of a bold way out Was by his colleagues not in doubt For this retired scientist Invented first the obelisk VI: The Genius The secret of the tavern's spell Besides the drinks it has to sell Is that it held the latest work Of the esteemed Professor Quirk Concealed behind an attic door A portal to dimensions more Of waves leaked out a plethora That generate euphoria It hummed along with links to planes Superior to most domains And from disaster could prevent Up to the oddest accident Of time and space, it was a helm To let one reach across a realm And to address the current test Professor Quirk would need his best He ran the distance like a fool And cut across the private school The frightened little children's cries Were far too awful to surmise As in the sky, the beast would stalk He made it to the tavern block And through the entrance, up the stair He reached his goal with time to spare He pulled a switch that gave a burst And pondered what he might do first Perhaps the hate that hung above Would be averse to beams of love He cast out signals as a pulse Attempting to the thing repulse But for the effort, all he'd get Was seeing it grow more upset To impulse, time had come to bow He'd tried the only safe way how To lay the gloating culprit low And save the scattered mass below The portal might have had a lack Of good components for attack But perfect did its purpose meet The person seeking to retreat His hand upon the main console The turbines creaked into a roll A chain reaction's slender chance Would be dismissed by circumstance The dial turned and stopped the clock And all were idle as a rock The monster knew not its despair Imprisoned by the hidden snare With time on hold, the genius moved To have the threat at once removed By teleporting everything But that which tyrannized by wing The portal needed all its strength To stretch across the island's length Then with a push, the sky was clear And silence ended in a cheer Calamity had come to pass By morning's dew upon the grass The beast was gone but left alive To in the barren ocean dive The ripple caused by their withdrawal Was thought to only make it fall But more profound was the effect And wider did it redirect VII: The Labyrinth A dead end for the ragged strays Was Moribund's infernal maze So far inside the planet's crust One felt her molten core combust He used it as a secret hold To let him private plans unfold And keep offenders there interred Where their objections can't be heard The dungeons were a bumpy slab From where the wizard had his lab And if the captives dared dissent They went in his experiment Although a model to behave Ophelia's most trusted slave Into the chair, they quickly put And manacled by hand and foot The girl was young and stricken white And had the good sense not to fight As Moribund would prod and pry Convinced she was his daughter's spy His wizard had devised a trick To boost the power of his stick With concentrated pleading wails Of those who suffered in his jails His darling dear Andromeda Observed the quaint phenomena Of lightning's flash in cavern deep And wanted to go back to sleep Approaching him with impish guile She thought that it might bring a smile To slip in his bare-fisted hand The handle of a frying pan Without his wand, by panic struck The tyrant had run out of luck He felt completely fallible His phobia unparalleled His fear went up and stirred the beast Who'd been propelled a long way east Descending like a fireball It cut straight through the outer wall The beast smelled panic so intense It drilled through layers cold and dense But in its haste for blood and gore It missed the cave and hit the core The lava soon began to spout In Moribund's forlorn redoubt The deluge was too great to fend And swept the tyrant to his end His sceptre's loss left aim unclear For armies on his long frontier As fierce resistance made things worse They quickly opted to disperse The plummet to the planet's depth Bestowed on beast a choking death Consuming flames would reassure That children were again secure To free her servant from distress Ophelia refused to rest And had until the sudden crash Been poised to help the captives dash She'd penetrated on her own Her father's labyrinth of stone But her good hopes became unreal As boulders fell to doorways seal (to be continued)
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The Obelisk: Parts I to VI

I first shared this poem over eight days in 2007. It grew to eight parts, but the story ran away on me and I had to go back and trim it down to just five parts. This time, however, I'm pleased with how it's turning out and I plan to finish it by Sunday. Please silence anyone who accuses me of stealing this extremely personal work.(Technical note: I had a problem posting this from the first computer I tried this morning. I sometimes wonder if they're frantically steering traffic away from my account because their fraud makes them look so bad here. No one steered traffic away from Nickleback when they stole Fool's Paradise from me, though. What a tool for crime the internet has turned out to be - and all perpetrated against the same victim by a large clique of cowards.) I: The Tyrant To lofty shore the gods were brought To judge the war the mortals fought That started with a vulgar slight Against a due religious rite A statue had been madly hewn To pieces small and widely strewn And that the idol be appeased A string of amber mines were seized To cause a statue's face to cave Was an offence considered grave One dare not force indignity Upon a blameless deity And yet the voice of the maligned Expected from within their kind Did not in curses crime condemn But in a hush eluded them With Love had War gone straight to bed They noticed not a thing, they said No trouble came to Wisdom's thought And Justice heard no thump nor shot Talent had produced a show From Vulcan's steady hammer blow Among the injured there were none Throughout the total Pantheon The tarnished figure would be odd Or more than likely not a god To Gaia turned their spanning eye To catch the liar in the lie And found a temple plus a trove That first had served to honour Jove Devoted to a faith unknown In he who claimed the mortal throne A closer look had changed their path Away from cataclysmic wrath For making hard to fools exalt The mighty council found no fault The wiser choice for favouring Must be the kingdom neighbouring Where truth and honour may remain Beyond the madman's awful reign Continued probing would reveal The mishap was a front to steal A fortune did the ruler owe To pay his troops to battle go His thirst for plunder left unchecked Would leave the temples robbed and wrecked The tyrant's name, which came of late Was aptly Moribund the Great Opposing, on the side of right The Prefect of the Lands of Light Considered what would be the cost Of his top secret message lost For progress had his people raced And foes with lesser weapons chased But unlike hordes they faced before Their neighbours knew their arts of war A shadow did the sibyls cast With casualties that numbered vast Should now the wrongful war be won By this most evil Moribund And so the gods put their resource To help the prefect stay the course His nemesis's fearsome rise Would overrun him otherwise II: The Lovers The tyrant had a daughter fair Inclined to pity and to care Patrolling through the worst lines drawn She served the hurt and woebegone To uniform she paid no heed But focused on her patient's need And once Ophelia's top one Was Mark, the prefect's eldest son The men around her wouldn't dare Disturb a single royal hair She felt her youth reduced to waste The blossom of her life debased The fury of her father's law Obstructed callers she could draw But in the foreign eye she found No fear of dark oath firmly bound Her daddy's loyal concubine Had thought it fair to reassign To fierce disputed frontal row Where one's survival's odds were low Thus freely did the princess roam Among the haters of her home And pine for a romantic spell With he who had against her fell When Mark she found severely hit Ophelia was by him smit Discovering before the rest In time to have him rightly dressed She tore the shirt that wrapped his arm To make it look as come to harm The doctor found him fit to save And two weeks leave to mend he gave Ophelia's disarming grin Belied the peril Mark was in But of his new lot she advised And of her own she too apprised By passion they were swept away Where goddesses held strongest sway And from their longing to be near They plotted both to disappear The times her father came to call His grunts would echo through the hall His shadow cast a form profane With right hand clinging to a cane Before his glare the righteous froze A constant threat to spy expose And soon as Mark was on his feet He'd make his getaway complete The morning of the big parade The nurse with patients visits made And customary for her rounds Wheeled wounded soldiers through the grounds Her favourite she'd had the sense To park the closest to the fence And on the cymbal's loudest clash The two began a wild dash Though from the law they plainly fled Of followers they drew ahead And to the hills were safe to go As marching caused a traffic slow Amid thick trees they huddled wet And waited for the sun to set Then braved a mountain's rugged trail Enduring to proclaim their tale III: The Obelisk The clung to object Mark mistook As just a cane was more a hook A wizard's work, it put command Completely in its holder's hand As pieces on a playing board Would forces move in full accord From caravan to tallest ship They'd feel the pressing icy grip The tidings of the couple's flight Arrived to Moribund at night His busy arm began to shake And all around they felt the quake In order to avenge the breach He needed to extend his reach Out went his armies as a wave Against the few but fiercely brave His whole attention he would turn Against his daughter's bitter spurn His grenadiers were sent to free The places she was said to be But always were the lucky pair At final moment made aware And able to adjust their trip So their pursuer got the slip His juggernaut carved out a road As far as it could drag its load In regions deep and yet to tame The raiders pushed to triumph claim While straight behind them sternly stood To guard the valley of the good Their master's rod's antagonist The bold and mystic obelisk Though pan-dimensional in span The obelisk was made by man Projected from its metal mast A potent and decisive blast Its rotors spun the day and hour To furnish it with glowing power A clever and imposing spike Its sting could any target strike Ophelia and Mark were sure To into ambush, armies lure Where lacked the room to turn around The prefect's troops would foe surround The father thought it ill advised To have Mark further jeopardized But now the smooth and cunning ploy Would Moribund the Great destroy Into the ring, the wayward crossed Too far from home and clearly lost When from behind, the challenge roared And out of hiding, free men poured Descending on the hapless swarm As though the most ferocious storm To demonstrate what freedom's worth And raze the quarry to the earth The strongest blow that made the day Originated faraway By bearings added to the list Of targets for the obelisk A gaping crater, singed and stained Were all that of the bad remained But once their postures stood to slack The ground shook and the sky went black IV: The Beast When Moribund had failure seen His host eradicated clean A tremor from his angry swing To cavern burst an opening Exposing ray of sun from sky Inducing prisoner to fly And back into the air released A thing known only as the beast Designed to wreak a grievous toll And threaten populations whole Impervious to any fire Functions eons to expire Its maker must have lost control And had to trap it in a hole For lack of means to penetrate The substance of its armoured plate Mistaken for a second drive To keep the tyrant's name alive The apparition stronger grew As experts pondered what to do It spiralled high with cruel intent And to a panic people sent The predator whose engineer Conditioned it to prey on fear The borders of its deadly shroud Would rival the most stately cloud And wide the chaos that it made When on a fleeing throng it preyed From outstretched wings, destruction rained As on the beast the sights were trained And marksmen stated with a frown That none of them could bring it down The beast retired every dawn Where seldom men had tread upon And overcome with lethargy Retired from its killing spree Deferring to tranquility The previous hostility No longer fit inside a scene Of meadows green and ponds pristine As soon as pointed to the spot The wonder weapon took a shot And in the fallout, target bathed But came out more or less unscathed A sneak attack so cowardly Affected its mood sourly And up it went to culprit track The treachery to answer back The battered troops received a break And set up camp along the lake The cursed thing was elsewhere turned A distant playground might be burned By carrier they sent a note To warn the settlers remote To keep their doors and windows closed And their dependents unexposed To save the world, the gods agreed That they would try to intercede And bring about a fair outcome Or better end, at least, than some Once advocates rose to negate The voice of the prevailing fate They sought the fiend who'd trouble made To see him tremble in the shade V: The Island Galapago, the island state Too far removed to heed the date Had up to now, from senseless ruin Remained essentially immune A self-contained society Allowed to flourish privately Its whereabouts were well apart From any port on any chart Her people, healthy and astute Were much inclined to fine pursuit In harmony with wind and tide For humankind's advance they tried Their living standard was above What most outsiders daydreamed of And long had they enjoyed their run Of trophies glinting in the sun With noble findings to impart In aid of science and of art Their able minds were in demand Beyond the borders of their land As such did they success attain As scholars fit to math explain And from their contemplations deep Proceeded the strategic leap But restless want to take up arms Was blotted out by island charms And spacious sea that lay between Provided an assuring screen A bastion of culture high Amid the regions gone awry Galapago's location stayed Unthinkable to chance invade The obelisk could alter space To hide its track without a trace When last its mark was seen at large It issued out a full discharge With each and every awesome blast Coordinates afield were passed Whence to assign the outward bound As elsewhere born to fight the round A bug alighted on a board Too critical to be ignored The operator with a swat Reversed the course the shot would plot So that its impact would be felt As starting from the island belt The path of doom was thereby bent Against the island innocent Amid the crowd that watched the meet Where acrobats in turns compete As panelists debated who The gold should be awarded to A child pointed to an owl That grew into an all-out scowl Until beholders froze with dread At what hung grimly overhead The stoic judge implored aloud For calm behaviour from the crowd Though plainly challenged by a threat The outcome was not certain yet His vision of a bold way out Was by his colleagues not in doubt For this retired scientist Invented first the obelisk VI: The Genius The secret of the tavern's spell Besides the drinks it has to sell Is that it held the latest work Of the esteemed Professor Quirk Concealed behind an attic door A portal to dimensions more Of waves leaked out a plethora That generate euphoria It hummed along with links to planes Superior to most domains And from disaster could prevent Up to the oddest accident Of time and space, it was a helm To let one reach across a realm And to address the current test Professor Quirk would need his best He ran the distance like a fool And cut across the private school The frightened little children's cries Were far too awful to surmise As in the sky, the beast would stalk He made it to the tavern block And through the entrance, up the stair He reached his goal with time to spare He pulled a switch that gave a burst And pondered what he might do first Perhaps the hate that hung above Would be averse to beams of love He cast out signals as a pulse Attempting to the thing repulse But for the effort, all he'd get Was seeing it grow more upset To impulse, time had come to bow He'd tried the only safe way how To lay the gloating culprit low And save the scattered mass below The portal might have had a lack Of good components for attack But perfect did its purpose meet The person seeking to retreat The master console drew his hand The moment was his to command A chain reaction's slender chance Would be dismissed by circumstance The dial turned and stopped the clock And all were idle as a rock The monster knew not its despair Imprisoned by the hidden snare With time on hold, the genius moved To have the threat at once removed By teleporting everything But that which tyrannized by wing The portal needed all its strength To stretch across the island's length Then with a push, the sky was clear And silence ended in a cheer Calamity had come to pass By morning's dew upon the grass The beast was gone but left alive To in the barren ocean dive The ripple caused by their withdrawal Was thought to only make it fall But more profound was the effect And wider did it redirect (to be continued)
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