Mithras Invites You to Saturnalia
As concerning therefore the eating of those things that are offered in sacrifice unto idols,
we know that an idol is nothing in the world, and that there is none other God but one.
For though there be that are called gods, whether in heaven or in earth,
(as there be gods many, and lords many,)
But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things,
and we in him; and one Lord Jesus Christ, by whom are all things, and we by him.
I Corinthians 8 [KJV]
Roll a Yule log on the fire
and let the mystery-cult inspire.
What Persians, Gauls, and Romans knew
could teach us all a thing or two
about midwinter celebrations
warming frigid Northern nations.
The Phrygian cap he used to wear,
holly entwined with evergreens
still linger in our current year
recalling dim pre-Christian scenes.
Some strange vestigial rites remain:
The specter of the Lydian Bishop.
No bull—but reindeer pull his train
spreading love, inspiring worship
mixed with Nordic pageantry,
barbaric sensuality,
and glimmers of Medieval night;
His season beckons, burning bright.
In England’s prim polyphony
voices call across the centuries
no remnant of tauroctony
resurrecting pagan memories.
Drunks and rebels hum the tunes –
they lift the cup, they cast the runes
participating unawares
in Eleusinian affairs
like office parties, trees in houses:
timeless ritual that rouses
peace and love, goodwill to men.
(is it so diabolic then?)
Ghosts of Roman soldiers laugh:
the sun-god wears a funny hat.
His bull was just a golden calf
that grew up sacrificially fat.
Who cares when Christ was born, or where—
the point is: God appeared on earth
to set the record straight, lay bare
unwelcome truth: the second birth.
A new religion superseded
what had been before. It needed
rituals to syncretize
(no drastic sin, in heaven’s eyes).
Why rail against it? What is wrong
with festive fare and holy song?
You think you can set back the clock?
destroy the sun or banish God?
Why agitate the Shepherd’s flock;
in vain you would restrain His rod . . .
Since Christ is all in all why bother
searching out old gods to smother?
Who denies He rules the ages
mocks your idols, stumps the sages?
And so you are without excuse
for finding reasons to be mad;
committing holy child-abuse
and making mother Mary sad.
Why fight the vibe, why square the wheel?
No point in Scrooging up the deal.
Just kiss beneath God’s mistletoe
and let the blessed season flow.
Michigan vs. Smiley ☻
This happens to be your official introduction -tion-tion
of the (something) called Sugar Daddy…
Every day the people talk about Smiley / what happen to I Sugar Daddy ?
Don’t you know that I’m sweeter than candy / Man I’m nicer than the cakes and the pastry
Don’t you judge me through my nice personality
don’t you judge me through my verbal verbosity
you must first know my intellectuality – put away the practical and take up the theory (gwan!)
Sugar Daddy, the Sugar Daddy style – man its Michigan and Smiley
Every day the people talk about Michi (ribit !) / what happen to I Super- Smiley ? (jab it!)
Don’t you know that my eyes can be dreamy
I’m sweeter than the milk and the honey (Lord have mercy!)
Don’t you judge my I-inna-tegrity / let it be known unto you generously
That it’s I-man General Smiley / chanting the microphone intelligently
Sugar Daddy, the Sugar Daddy – man its Michigan and Smiley…
Om ba da da dai unh, unh unh – UNH !
Me have me JSC, me GCE my BSC and my PHD –
you put them together it’s my DJ degree at the college of science and technology
and later on accomplished at the university
now Michigan and Smiley give you inna stylee (lord)
Sugar Daddy, the Sugar Daddy – man its Michigan and Smiley
Every day the people talk about Michi / what happen to I man Smiley ?
Don’t you know I man control the army – man the air force, the marines and the navy
don’t you know that no money can’t buy me
drink of music and never get thirsty –
don’t you take I man for no luxury
Sugar Daddy, the Sugar Daddy style – man its Michigan and Smiley..
Under the distinguished patronage of Michi and Smiley
A special livication to your mommy and daddy
I and I say this personally – (watch it )
Michi, Smiley – coffee, and tea, and hill, valley in town, country, and land and sea,
it’s YOU and ME…
☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺ ☻☺
Fairest of the Rural Maids
William Cullen Bryant (1794 –1878)
Oh fairest of the rural maids!
Thy birth was in the forest shades;
Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky,
Were all that met thine infant eye.
Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child,
Were even in the sylvan wild;
And all the beauty of the place
Is in thy heart and on thy face.
The twilight of the trees and rocks
Is in the light shade of thy locks;
Thy step is as the wind, that weaves
Its playful way among the leaves.
Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen;
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook.
The forest depths, by foot unpressed,
Are not more sinless than thy breast;
The holy peace, that fills the air
Of those calm solitudes, is there.
