An Discord To Eris

An Discord To Eris By r2q2



She always knew where her towel was

For has ridden with hell's angel's

And sung better than any choir

And her answer to all is written in the texts

But she has saved me

Giving me meaning where there was nothing





I have seen her in the times of light

Or in my darkess hour

Telling me how to pull through

She had the smell of fairy dust

But I could never comprehend her nature 

For she is like the unknown aleph

Her infinite nature that is undecidable





When I looked into her eyes of amber

There was a coolness unseen

Like the grace she has

When you see her afar

You could hear her sing her sweet song

As she strolled on by not even looking at me





Her dress was provocative at best

At worst it left nothing to the imagination

All golden like the apple she had

Inscribed with the greek that is

But you could see the dagger she hid

(eris's responce)

I am within you and without you

If you try to oppose me you will lose

You cannot fight the disorder I am

For in any closed system I exist

But if you follow my lead

If you are my subject and use me

I can make your dreams into destiny

For I will be your imaginations limits

And the only thing that is keeping you

Is the psychic armor that you own

Throw that away and awaken your vorpal blade





And then my armor waned

When the world started to become surreal

And I ceased to be and became a knight Without armor but of only

What has been revealed

To intepret this poem first sprinkle yourself with fairy dust. If you don't know what that means read the poem again. If you still don't know what that means then you must read the Principia-Discordia.

La Belle Dame Avec Vérité Absolue

I wrote this poem after asking the question of myself who I am. This is what I got.

La Belle Dame Avec Vérité Absolue (Beautiful Women with absolute truth)

It isn't black roses on my cheek I fear

That I may cease to be 

Or cold that I have been left out in

Like a lonely flower chilled by winter



But to lose a simple game

I play alone against me

The war for my own mind

For that is where my thoughts reside



And this a fight with the odds stacked against me

But I still fight the battle of the mind

It holds my fate either to success 

Or ultimate failure by confinement in solitude



But I am always with my demons

Their darkness reigns upon my brain

I was led into their halls

With mirrors of my dreams shown to me



And I saw what they wanted me to see

They used the ailment of mistruth

And gave me a vile curse

That wounds inside the dream



I am always a knight with emerald armor

That takes up arms against his foe's

I cry out "La Belle Dame Avec Vérité Absolue"

The battle cry I have been given 



In a whisper from my goddess upon high

And belief in finding the truth

To be a true warrior of the mind

I must know myself



And strive to find the balance

To settle the devil in the details

So my mind shall be calm enough

To think in front of the beasts



It is the fay's that are my muses

The faery's of question

That ask me for nature's deepest secrets

Behind the mask that we all see



To answer those questions is merely

Finding truth which is beauty that I want to know

It is looking at her for what she is

That makes me want to be