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The POEMS OF THE MAD PROPHET are from my play "MARY M and THE MAD PROPHET". The play moves across millennia: from the Biblical time of Jesus - to the Now. It reveals the essence of two MARY MAGDALENES: MARY M – the "Hor", still portrayed today as a repentant prostitute and MARY B – the Bride of Gnostic lore. The two MARYS are descendants of the ancient Double Goddess, who represents the regenerative power of the divine feminine.
(The MAD PROPHET, narrator, poet and jazz drummer, wearing only a loincloth, sits on a desert rock with his drums and Bible.)
MAD PROPHET
I am the Mad Prophet
From an ancient generation
Of philosophers and poets
I, the hidden Shaman
The silent power of words
Bridging the worlds
From the earth to the stars
From century to century
The eternal drum I beat
As I beat the drum's skin
Cycles of history Repeat – Repeat
Hear ye – Hear ye – Western civilization is coming to an end!
Come gather round, ye flock of the modern wilderness
It's a Mad World
A Mad World needs a Mad Prophet
From my plot of sand and rock
Three religions took root
With stories revealing the truth
Now taught as truth themselves
This Bible is a great book, but it was cut down
When the Gnostic Gospels were found
They paved the way to revere Mary Magdalene today
The Bible speaks of whores
Like Tamar at the crossroads
Who seduced her father-in-law
To become matriarch of the House of David
But preachers, priests and rabbis
Read between the lines
When they cast Mary as a prostitute
A sinner in our eyes
Oh, Holy Eros! – Are you jiving up there?
I need some lovin
I haven't had any love in two thousand years
Pope Innocent III wrote in the 12th Century:
"The sexual act is so shameful that it is intrinsically evil"
I always liked church women
Sorry Ladies
Is it the way I dress?
Maybe I should wear
A blue suit, white shirt and red tie
Like a 21st century snake oil political con man
Be a cool dude - Project a power image
Sex like power is simple
You go Down – In – Out – Up - Take Over and Make over
Some politicians went into the closet and took out a blue suit
Their old closets were filled with Skulls and Bones
They went
Down the steps
Into the crypt
Out as a Yale Graduate
Up to the Presidency
Then took Over the U.S.
Created chaos
Made over the system
And may take over again
Oh, Holy Eros!
A Mad Prophet needs love
(At the end, the MAD PROPHET reflects.)
Ah, the fierce irony of life
That strikes like a sword
Midst the calm at the center of a storm
Flinging us into the icy winds
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