The Thing is It’s never quite so simple as Bliss As lips part to whisper the kiss Of creation Elation drips in desperate twists Of sensation Buried in Underground Cells As maps to hell Turn ink to anger and Self To Stranger Hiding from the empty shell Of danger As One Thing Becomes AnOther
Where will this feeling take me Will it make me into love? The open noose Hangs like fruit From the ripened Wheel above My open mouth Crying out As milk of Mother spills in anger Over My tangled tongue
The Crazy you See is the Crazy you Are Fragmented Fallacies Falling apart
Failed the Test, you See, this Weeping World Reflecting the invective Within your heart Hidden from your own Lazy Eye That Wanders yonder to that Other Guy Who plays the Starring Role Of the Splinter in the Pupil of your own Hazy I
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The Masses chose to Sleep In Hit snooze On the Alarm And Roll up the Sleeve and Tighten the Noose As the Needle Enters the Vain Intent to Harm
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There is only One Way Out Of This Charade There is Only One Way Out Of the Bed That 'We' Made
The Body
Demands to be Seen The Only Saviour in this Dream Is your Own Courage To Enter the Seams And reMember you are Infinite UnLimited And CoCreating this Bleeding Scheme
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The Cartoon has become so outlandish Simply To reflect back to you The Desperate Drama Inside of You
🌹 A Key Once Turned inside a Locked Heart Here In this Space Where the Water fell from the Sky And traced tears on a face That forgot how to cry A Scene That is Now For a Moment Frozen In Time As the Dreaming Dervish Of an Empty Mind Let’s Go And Spins and Begins To Follow The Path Again That Tore the Skin From A Body that Bends And Ties that Bind Souls Within That Try to Hide
There are some Wakings that come like storms Electro-swarms in magnetic forms Dancing On the tips of Hathor’s Horns The Temple Priestess ReBorn WideEyed and Me-oh-my How Time Flies inside the Mind Wandering Womb releasing Blind sides of Ancient crimes Buried within these patient Tombs There are some Wakings that scream like pain Neurolinguistic nails impaled in veins Bleeding And Seeding Stories in silent Shame The Holy Harlot Risen OpenHearted as freedom Parts The Seas of Self and Dwells in the Art Of Body’s Bliss Burning The rotting dross from the Fixed Cross As the Flame is taught to rekindle the Kiss As Magdalenes Grail Returns Opens the Urn Blood flooding in rivers of nerves As the Impaled Heart And Mind Are Healed and Heard…. The Chironic Wound sutured With the Salve of Spoken Words As Pluto and Venus Sharing the Shroud Awake and merge…. Heiros Gamos Blessed and Bound In Sacred Sound Dance In Red Velvet Underground As New Life Stirs.
I slipped through a crack in the sky Tripped right over my own silly I And plummeted Through the atmosphere Of dancing atomsHere Mapping tears as Phos Fears Wrath and mirrors Refracting Errors As Eros Arrows begin to fly Aimed at Body as Blind Mind tries To hold on Hold out Hold still as Tempest rages about Weightless Images in cages Break the lock And find their way out, in… Eyes of Mages and Pupils And Sages Wake with the shock Of the skin As it begins to peel Away from the clock tocking within The rhythm of Opening And closing Pounding it’s poultice and pouring Its Salve at ions Dreaming As men And women Dressed as Time Spiral path in precious Flesh Dancing thru the Annals of Spine My oh my The journey tries my Patience As I Let Go, satiated by the Doctors Cosmic Order….the Flow Aeons of tight fisted History I now come to Grips With… I hit the Smooth surface Of my Mothers Womb…. Taste the salty brine and prepare To slip through SineWave Lips Soft as sultry hips that shimmy And shimmer as Soul unfolds in bloom A Sacred Intention to Serve This Body of Being As I am Birthed from the Dark Deep See Into the Light of a New Me that Bleeds Stories and Deeds filled with the Perfume Of the Divine embrace Shiva and Shaktis infinite Delight Making Love from the Loom Of Time and Space.
I am in the Grip.... The soft lips of silence Parting To receive me The deep longing of reMemberence Grieves And delivers the Seething Wet tip of the daimons Embrace Inside this rushing River Of Time and Space As the trip Within Begins Peeling the Skin away Cracks in the blackened Facade Tremble in ecstasy The Nigredo of Alchemy Opening As two trapped Currents Seek amnesty In the Only Way That I~s can conceive Of Uniting In this Bleeding Dream... Penetration Intensity of Consecration... the Heart Of the Diamond Body Built from the Souls Transmutation....