Society Beckons You (The Book) here to read

I am publishing this book, free, on ATS. It was originally released in 1990 but was never published, even online, until this year. The subject matter covered is controversial and may be offencive to some religions and races. However the book should be looked upon as being a fictional work of art, it is poetry with illustrations.

Copyright for all poems and illustrations is held by my friend the author and I, and with his permission we are able to publish this book wherever we please. As long as it doesn't break any ATS rules. I am sure I will be notified if it does.

I would just like to ask people not to copy any of the material in this book for private sale.

I have also published this book on Facebook, so if you have an account you can view it here Society Beckons You on Facebook

And so here it is in full:

Society Beckons You

Written by A. P. General
Illustrated by R. Wachla


Introduction

The knowledge that we mere mortals persue, is not consealed within the contents of some wordly book scribbled in Latin, Greek or Hebrew. Rather; it can be found deep below in the valley of imagery and thought. Consequence; has little consequence on events aspired to by unknown bearers. As a stoney path is long and enduring, so to is acceptance.

Where nothing becomes a new definition of time, knowledge is lodged between the green vines of God, and that of man's mind.


Chapter I: A New Start


Life

The horses pull the plough gradually
Soil being upturned, however; making progress
Wind is barely there; enough for comfort though.

Slowly, work is never satisfying; not that my beasts of burden mind, rather, it's myself that resents
Deep thought of having the field to produce
is sure to push me along; and on we go.

As the day drags on, the bare field takes on new images;
images that force pleasure upon my mind
Dust from real hooves alert me back to reality;
dreams are to be reached.

Still, the horses pull the plough,
sensing direction; life is importance
And still, the images appear.


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The Window

Silhouetted scenery against the backdrop
of unreachable escapism
Within my sight but well beyond my grasp
I peer until the glass is no longer,
closer until I am no longer.


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Spring Cleaning

No longer to be imprisoned by the past
Collectable torment, now to be given back
to it's rightful owner.

Old issues to remain old,
memories to remain memories; and put away
Things that seem so... at some time, cancel themselves out

People from further and yesterday which
brought tears and smiles, to be even further.

Weighted past becomes light future;
a future that hopefully can weigh many a happiness,
Perhaps long enough for it to pass
into the past for another time.


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Chapter II: Autonomy


Within

Close your eyes and see
Close your ears and listen
Stop living, and live.


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Expressions of One

Paint thee, but not of one self
Make an impression, but leave no mark
Be silent, and let yourself be heard
Understand, and see all
Feel hatred, and be hated
Feel love, and be hated
It's all too easy but very complex
Ask, and you will not receive
Give, and you will not be thanked
Brotherhood of man,
Get thee gone, thy fool.

Look deep inside, and you will find
Reach into the unknown, and know
See yourself, and see
Understand, and see all
Feel yourself, and be felt
Feel love, and be loved
It's all too complex but very easy
Ask, and you will receive
Give, and you will be thanked
Brotherhood of man,
Once a fool, now even bigger a fool.


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Liberation

In your stare, you wait patiently,
crawling inside stupidity,
your rights taken from you,
freedom comes at a price.
Your outer and inner self,
being tarnished beyond all hope,
and yet soon after realisation; joy,
like your emotional ejaculation.

Respect shines only when it has gone.

Existence can also belong to scum,
and to that term called freedom
And when freedom does come,
cherish it and respect it,
ready to allow yourself back to loose it again.


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Chapter III: Christendon

Christianity

Two thousand years of acceptance,
and yet ignorance and hate flourishes inside
The teaching of love and understanding,
but where has this love and understanding gone?
Bishops who get high,
Try to turn you on
However, they must pray for those who pray daily in misery.

Jesus ought to have been a banker, a Jew was he
The mistake he made was giving his trust away
Bastards who crucified a confused, angry young man.

A man made cross means domination for all
Pressure from them unto you and me
Pschological bondage; turn the other cheek,
Christ just loved his degradation
You too can degrade yourself for them.

Christianity to go, and so to that of hypercritic Jewish muscle.
So open up your naive eyes.


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Man's Prayer to God

Our father who art not in heaven,
shallowed be your name,
your kingdom gone,
yours will not be done
on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily death,
forget not our debts,
as we do not forget our debtors
And lead us into temptation,
but deliver us from Christian Facists.


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The Life of a Nigger

Cries of several infants keep the shanty town awake
The day's heat remains in the night sky.

A silent prayer that each hears,
offers a little hope for those who suffer constantly.

A prayer that is repeated and so is their pity;
their happiness to be alive.

Only miles away,
chewing southern cowboys drink to themselves and God.

A loud prayer, powerful in every way;
'Salvation, but not for those dirty stinkin 'n-word's'.

Although only miles away, the good lord makes two visits;
blindness, in the eyes that allow one to see holiness,
the other; to suffer for another day.


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Luke 4: -8 + -9

Come! said the man; and so we came
Be happy he said, and we laughed
Praise me, said the man; and we left him.

Come to us we pleaded, and so he came
Make us happy we said, and we laughed
Praise you, we said; and we left him.


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Slavery

God is you
God is me
We are never free

Satan is you
Satan is me
We are never free




4 more chapters to go

Chapter IV: Madness


Beginning of my Madness

I was born of dearly loved,
Innocence was my game
On this Earth, I was shoved,
I never knew my name.

There came a time, which I regret,
Goodbye world; I shortly knew
On a journey; I soon beset,
I wish that I could stay with you.

On a ship upon the sea,
A game that was so great
Friendship; so good to me,
We both accepted fate.

Arrival in this new found land,
Knowing not where to go
At last, I found a new loving hand,
My second part in this show.

Established fronts, that I found,
Longing for my peace
Suddenly; my feet firmly on the ground,
A new life was my lease.

Bound and bound and bound again,
Our lives we did share
Differences between; we did refrain,
Innocence was our care.

There came a time, which I regret,
Goodbye world; I shortly knew
On a journey I soon beset,
I wish that I could stay with you.


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Sombre Times Within Madness

My words tell of agonizing frustration
My words speak of troubled times within me
My madness, holds my life together.

The words have been over worked my friend
The words repeat my honesty, but pain
The madness; which I pray, will consume me.


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Confessions of a Lunatic Act I

Futuristic pleas are spoken today
Ancient cries are never heard today
Present fears, from past to now; today.


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Confessions of a Lunatic Act II

Which of you wishes to hear?
Come forth and I shall reveal
Hold my images that are close and real
Which of you wishes to help?

Which of you wishes to remain?
Listen, and I will speak
Loosen the tongue and become all meek
Which of you wishes to comfort?

Which of you wishes to hear?
Which, but which wishes to help?
Which of you wishes to remain?
Which, but which wishes to comfort?


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Confessions of a Lunatic Act III

The staleness of my poor soul
Shadows cast sorrow on my mind
Sunlight pours warmth onto my coldness
Berated happiness, that has vanished for good
Smiles which cause pain to my pale face
The storm approaches and reaches my thoughts.

Confinement of my thoughts, for life
Vanquished existence, for now and forever
Solitude from the light which burns
The life in my hands, like fine sand
Impressions put meaningless to me,
Turn back to the staleness of my poor soul.


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Confessions of a Lunatic Act IV

Inside a mad man's mind,
Nothing there to see,
Nothing there to hear.
Only the lonely painful fear,
Consealed deep; called misery.

Outside a mad man's mind,
Nothing there to be,
Nothing there but mere...
If only the lonely painful fear,
Consealed deep; my misery.

Inside a mad man's mind,
Nothing there to cure,
Nothing there to show.
Only the painful fears that flow,
Consealed deep; thoughts pure.

Outside a mad man's mind,
Nothing there to lure,
Nothing there to glow.
If only the painful fears that flow,
Consealed deep; called pure.

Inside a mad man's mind,
Nothing there to give,
Nothing there to steal.
Only the lonely painful feel,
Consealed deep; please forgive.

Outside a mad man's mind,
Nothing there to live,
Nothing there too real.
If only the lonely painful feel,
Consealed deep; now forgive.


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Distraughtness

Here I stand, looking at white walls
Walls of illusion preventing contentness;
white walls of reality, prevent happiness.

Bound by my own mind, thoughts soon echo;
Cracks within the walls; another world
Inside these I can explore.

When the worlds are conquered...
So bring your walls onto me.


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3 more chapters to go

Chapter V: Psychosis



The New Order

Code 1 A I

Through their challenge; the world,
Countless diversions since time began
Unquestionable devine thought,
A brand new wave of aggression.

Knowledge given to us by Hermes,
Wisdom and courage being far between
See the false called hybrids,
And the so called New Order.

Code 4 B IV

Old Rome never did die;
Who will trust the established club?
United nations of united supremacy,
A better place for whom?

Code 72 C VIII

Masons who wrongly built,
Since the days of ancient Babylon
Misinterpreted facts, like some distant war,
Sickening cries from both ends of disaster.

Eye within a beautiful red rose,
It's fragrance to soon turn into foul stench
Deep from the world beneath,
A turbulence soon to follow.

Code 666 D XXX

Cleverly disguised in passion,
Holding you close to their bossom
For those who wish to follow
They will long for their deaths.

Code 666 E XXXIV

Out of the seemingly obvious,
Ten kingdoms appear far below
For those who refuse; a number not too large,
However enough to reach you.


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The Smell of Rotting Society

The tender touch of peace,
That we all forever seek
Blanket of darkness; closing prison door,
Encloses our fragile speak
With disillusionment growing in vast fields,
Shadows of bleakness, that cover our state,
All that's round, society yields.

Precious life, sweet as sweet fruit,
Eventually loosing it's peel
The never ending universal hand,
Eventually loosing it's feel
Endorsing to confide untold into schemes,
Payment with life, is your real choice.
How ludicrous,
Is this which is called societie's voice?


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Life II

Gaze deep and far
images flicker by suggesting sweet memory
Until gone; they're none to see.

Discard all those triumphs soon,
Talons sharp and deadly swoon,
Hearing every of your silent screams.

Forever hold your state of mind,
Talons sharp and deadly find
Survival, the parody of death,
images flicker by...

Listen hard to your free will,
Talons sharp and deadly kill
Live still, within icy grave.

Until it's gone, suggesting sweet memory.


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Machinery in my Mind

The steps disturb
The silence deafens
The darkness; still.

Fear turns joy
Peace soon follows
The darkness; still.

Death barely far
Soon to consume
The darkness; still.


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Loneliness

I walk the corridors alone
The sound of thought, aloud
My mind blank, but heavy
Loneliness, my prison.


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Solitude

Beneath the hard exterior,
lives a lonely child
His only wish, to be noticed,
By someone who cares.

'Poor little boy, who wants you
when nobody loves no more?'
His only dream, to be caressed
by another child called loneliness.

Perhaps he will find you,
out in the night cold
Will you share your sadness,
with this unlucky urchin?

His song of solitaire,
will you hear it tonight?
Go to him and warm
his shaking frosted hand.


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Shelf 24D

Tin cans upon this medium of sale
Each identical to the last
An item of intrigue and pure guarantee.

They rattle past a flowing conveyor,
All shine, a possible future ahead.

Filled with potential, they are ready for transportation,
to a destination of showness
Thousands of cans to tell only that of one.

On shelf 24 D, do they stand
each with label facing
Hope with mixed ambition lies in front.

Collecting dust, the tin cans continue to live
a life of bizzare sadness.

Unknown hands fondle and sooth each
Happiness upon those cans; smile at them
Selection being a wicked gesture; one is free.

The gap soon replaced by a new friend,
with label facing
Store keeper dusts the can on shelf 24 D.


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2 more chapters to go

Chapter VI: Psychosomatic



Green Smoke

His leisure, allows his exodus,
And his leisure, allows him to make.

Smiles drifting skywards,
Until caught by mid summer rainbows.

Winter droplets, water sorry's,
Foliage of misery soon confine
Horizon blackened by woes that are mine
No mid summer rainbows, none to bare.

Green smoke pierces the troubled canopy,
With his marijuana, he is to see,
Exodus; allows him to make.

With his leisure, a joyous sorry,
One greets the new tomorrow.

Take them away, and exodus to where?
No pillow, to rest a weary head.


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Ladia Shela and Demise

Long after the mind has put to sleep,
Dance the nymphs of unknown night
Calming whispers, like the wind,
They dance around me, as they weep.

Into my thoughts, they carry me far,
Beyond the great shining white star.

With colourful flags, they dance all night,
Never on Earth, never a sight
Musical notes, like rolling sea,
Never on Earth, never to be.

Soon after, sweet music ends,
Carry me home, do my new friends.

And long after they put me to sleep,
Dance the nymphs of celestical light
Calming whispers, like the wind,
They dance around me, my soul, they keep.


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Domesticy

Work,
Tax,
Television,
Hate;
Woman,
Man,
Graffitied, shelled out homes,
Live societie's fall out victims.

Fear,
Strain,
Sadness,
Anger;
Woman,
Man,
Intensified outside pressures
Surrounding even helplessness.

Avoidence,
Tolerance,
Consience,
Annoyance;
Woman,
Man,
Muralistic, shelled out realities,
Live societie's induced intakes.


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Last chapter coming

Chapter VII: A New Start



Resolution

Another year passed and gone,
where and when it shone,
I don't know
Worries with real fear,
did my life, it steer.

Another year here to stay,
a new one each and every day,
I now know
Anticipation with real expectation,
life in my eyes; infiltration.


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Happiness

Happiness;
brings people close to me
Happiness;
makes me feel glad to be living
Life has sudden meaning; again.

Happiness;
opens up my heart
Laughter, soon has good character once more
Happiness;
sweet pleasures.


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The Angel of Death

Walking through a deserted street containing ness,
Looking at signs that tell no past
Approaching one known as 'Firstmaster's Pub',
A fine lady inside, who the owner seems to snub.

Once inside, a large crowd does loom,
people with tales and with laughter
On a board upon the counter, which displays the price,
Silver coins attract a poor wretched human lice.

Out runs she who has stolen life,
Out runs finery showing concern
Into her makeshift home, flourishing poverty stricken mud,
Assemblance now toast to a young child's blood.

Enter a character who announces rescuer,
Clouds greyen as do tempers
Army of words are heard down the street,
An angry large crowd, he must meet.

Death carries off it's victor; free is she,
Away with him, together; so free
While salvation gallops to happiness,
Behind, nothing but street containing ness.

Hilly mound so green and flowery; exposes,
A sight which brings paradise to him
There again appears she who had stolen life,
Drobbed in white, she gives back life.


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Emma

Promises do keep, and truth adheres to you
A silent love with caring avaluations
Come to see and forever continue yours.

With passing lives, I understand each one
Dreary; both sad and happy, I know them
Undue burden upon your slender love.

Fond are thoughts that mean so much
And yet tears evoke misery inside
Tears of care mean more; that I understand.

My love, which I never expressed; especially to me
I show it unrelenting towards your innocent beauty.

Hello OP.

I've never really been interested much in poetry, but you did a rather nice job. Great stuff and I'm happy you shared it. I loved the illustrations especially. As an artist myself, I can appreciate the amount of work you and your friend have done with this book.

Again, great work and thanks for sharing it with the community!

Once upon a time this would of generated a lot of discussion especially the thoughts on Christianity,in the last ten years most of the western world has become the land of the living dead,not many who come here OP have an attention span capable of handling this thread the number of hypnotised chickens out there is amazing I too have put a lot of time and effort into things which do not get the attention they deserve,Im talking serious issues that are just ignored these days.....there are still some here worth coming for but for how long I don't know under the label 'deny ignorance' there are many here now that troll and destroy lateral thinking or creative threads.

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Thank you for your reply, I here what you are saying. For me its a shame the book was not published in 1990, although we sent it to publishers, it was rejected. I know it would have caused the S to hit the F if it was.
I get a bit sadened by people here that either can't or don't read and then attack others for their contributions and they don't add anything sensible to conversations.

I read the whole thing. I enjoyed the creativity. You will find few with the attention span to read the whole thing however, so do not be discouraged.

One observation, your Union flag has too many stars as 36 was the max in the mid 1860's (If meant to be a Union and Confederate flag).

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Thanks for your reply, you have made an interesting observation on the flags. There are 50 stars as it was meant to be the United States combined with Confederates in the south. More or less showing that the country is still divided in a modern day sense.

Wow!

You put your self in to this, time and effort, and it shows! I really appreciate it.

It is a shame it was never published - though these types of books are usually not published (or I could just be looking in the wrong places possibly )

Great Illustrations and words.

Any cliffnotes?

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I would say, in short, the book will take you on a journey of searching your own mind for the truth. But because it was first released in 1990, you may have already been on that journey and found your inner truth, but even if you have, it will jog your memory and perhaps allow you to examine the smaller details when you read it through and study the images. The journey starts with life; it will take you to the edge of existence, through pain, suffering and misery, through good times and bad. You will die and be reborn. You will be defeated and you will be victorious and in the end you will learn your lessons and cast away the old you, ready to begin with the new you.

You may also find a particular poem or illustration that hits a sweet spot with you, because to be honest, the poems are nothing without the images and vice versa.

My honest opinion? I wouldn't buy it. Sorry.

Wasnt my "type" of story but the illustrations were very well done.

Perhaps if you'd titled the entry "Anti Christian New Agey Quasi Philisophical Ramblings" There'd have been more attention paid. I mean if you're gonna go ahead and bash Christ that hard you might as well let the atheists know you've supplied them with fresh wanking material. I mean taking shots at blowhard, intolerant Christians is, I'll freely admit, often warranted. But I've never heard anyone refer to Jesus as an Angry man or that he should have been a banker.

18 “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. 19 If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. 20 Remember what I told you: ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. 21 They will treat you this way because of my name, for they do not know the one who sent me. 22 If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not be guilty of sin; but now they have no excuse for their sin. 23 Whoever hates me hates my Father as well. 24 If I had not done among them the works no one else did, they would not be guilty of sin. As it is, they have seen, and yet they have hated both me and my Father. 25 But this is to fulfill what is written in their Law: ‘They hated me without reason.. John 15:18-25

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Come on people...if you don't have anything constructive to add...why reply? Seriously. The member put himself out there. Don't be hateful, be helpful.

Thanks for sharing this OP - the level of detail and depth in the illustrations is quite enjoyable as is knowing you had this in '90.

As to the prose, sometimes I can relate really well to the abstractness, and other times, well... I might need a little 'help'.

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For me its a shame the book was not published in 1990, although we sent it to publishers, it was rejected. I know it would have caused the S to hit the F if it was. I get a bit sadened by people here that either can't or don't read and then attack others for their contributions and they don't add anything sensible to conversations.

And yet you feel it is fine to attack the identity of Christ? The shame I see is in you leading others here to share in the spirit of blasphemy.

Be careful of what you aim for in a spiteful state. Your rebellion already is a curse on you and there is enough 'controversy' already in your own heart and mind, that is clear for my eyes to see.

Spreading such bitterness in a hurt will not Serve you in that contention that is unlike the Good Spirit that Christ embodied, set aside.