Alberta Psalms: Where the Power Lies?

Age of Artifacts
4 min readAug 21, 2022

Do you know where the power lies?

Do you know where it is?

Do you know where the power lies?

Did anyone catch what was said?

Political influence, capital sentience,

And all the criminalized sentences.

Capital spies with capital eyes, seek to capitalize through capital lies. Capital truths, from capital youths, killing capital moves without actual grooves.

Not enough time, not enough rhyme, Not enough yours, not enough mine.

Collective thought presses in, Divisible divides individual wins. Selfish thought pushes further, Invisible insides and individual’s spin. Through individual SIN, numbers collected, statutes erected and social insurance outs-and-ins. Snakes like, caduceus crossing borders, health orders, corruption melts, manufacturing smelts and reducing truths, just like hoarders. Coming towards us.

Power lies, power spies as it always cowers forward. Hours cry, hours die, as language towers.

Mor’dor.

So we need ho’dor’s to pop culture forward.

Do you know where the power lies?

Do you know where it is?

Do you know where the power lies?

Did anyone catch what was said?

Hour by hour minute by minute, People all over are testing the limit. Exploring the fringe from side to side, Molecules spin, molecules collide. A lot of you lie.

Greatest stories ever retold, public always being resold.

Tired, tired and then re-tired. Convicts, convicting, convictions, their convicted and reconvened. On a path to be re-mired. Sonnets, convincing, commissions, their committed and re-dawn-ing. Fertilized conception, personified weapons. Now re-tired.

Do you know where the power lies?

Do you know where it is?

Do you know where the power lies?

Did anyone catch what was said?

The questions are:

What’s true though?

Where’d hope go?

When’s it back?

What’s the act?

Whose at bat?

Can we have a chat?

Without the act, maybe with a snack, not for snatch, but for-give. Then go. Where it ends, who can know?

It’s a shame to live without the soul. Believe it or not, can we discuss it though?

Politics aside, politics in. Look at it tonight. Look at it win. Look at the failure. To see the repairer. Look at the care’r to see the cup bearer. Can anyone hear her?

Can they hear him? Can anyone hear they/them? Collective talking through the one. So many influences at once it can’t be clear-er. Uttering fluttering voices like birds. Muttering stuttering choices fight herbs. Frequencies crossing, with star tossing, equally knotting, the chart toppings. Sovereignties cannabilizing, media demising, it’s unsurprising how the mighty fall.

Neighborly chats, answers that, just can’t, be had, without good acts. Good hats, good gals, good lads and good chats.

Good ale, good drink,

Good sales, good think.

Mix old and young, youth and truth.

Emboldened sons, moots and tongues.

Whose the who? Whose the they? Plans can only be made, when truth reigns the day. That’s why it’s good to know, it’s good to sow, questions that show, when the power lies.

Do you know where the power lies?

Do you know where it is?

Do you know where the power lies?

Did anyone catch what was said?

You must know er’ the hours nigh?

You must hold, er it miss?

You must know er’ the hours nigh?

Did anyone catch what was said?

What was said? No, what was said?

Asking what was said? What was dead? Oh?!? What was bread? Taxing what was said. Government structures, under-mend ruptures, sunder it, punctured. Dragons scream on tv screens parading like you and me. Pillaging! May seem mean, some may beam, behaving like you and me. As above so below. Imaging.

Imagine me. Imagining. Imagine. That song. Pageanting, impassioning. In pageants. What’s wrong?

Disney seeds on Disney screens, dizzying. Kids with needs on pilly seas, ‘Slytherin.’

Through, chambers. Secret papers. The potter’s scars paint the scene.

Greatest story ever retold.

Carpenter’s get the cross. Potter’s craft the memes.

Game of thrones, hold-the-door. For imaginations under the sea. Same old throne, a flounder’er, for machinations under the sea.

Ursula the bear, markets where. The tentacles sell. Merciless wares, targets where the cynical’s dwell. Little mermaid princesses looking for a prince. Selling of the innocents, for another inch. For another game, for another way, for another blame, for a mother’s shame. Hiding eyes, hiding lies, hiding ears and hiding tears, hiding speech and hiding leaks. Oh no. Poor Unfortunate Souls. See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil. Flee no steeple, eat no beetles, cheer no ego. Key the people, seek the needle, fear no sequel. As they said… See no evil. And you see no good. Currently, in current ways, we can’t see how much the current weighs, so it is, in current days.

Convert the currency so they can’t see. Where’s the cents? Where’s the sense!

The current-to-the-sea. Current-see.

Holy seats and holy seas. You can’t spell whole without the e. People see through the tease. People see through the pleas. Please, please, please. Thank you, for your please. Pleased to pleas. Pleased to pleas. Pleasant peasants producing pees. Money produced from work of bees. Money produced from work by thee. Tales of cities dividing in two. Words of sun tzu. Sons freed from zoos. One knew. Get it…. Neo is Sun tzu.

Quantum time needs quantum rhyme. Legions need art too. Science minds need defiant times. Seasons weed part through.

On to why, we want to find. Reasons we part to. My sense finds three refinement lines, Treasons squeeze art through.

The pen is mightier than the sword, individuals face the hoard. The pen is matrixed all throughout, That’s how land gets left in doubt.

Possession rights argued in courts. Possession fights part of forts. Succession lights part of choice. Fuck-session nights, chart a voice. Settlements for Settlors. You settle mine, I’ll settle yours. Set the chores. Set for the shores. Sunset’s not yet, set in. Son’s set to settle in.

Abstract this is, for linear thought. To chart the hits, for inner thought. Backpacks of shit, or dinner’s lost. We Are the kids, of inward costs. Yoda, Yoda Yoda, tell it like it is.

History is not your fault. But the future is.

Do you know where the power lies?

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