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Jesus of Nazareth they drink of your blood
In fears of what waits after sleep
They flaunt ye about preaching fire and flood
To rip out the life of humanity
There's this place deep in the recesses of my mind.
A place where the scared little child ran away to hide.
At such a young age he had given up hope,
Went into this attic and tied up the rope.
I’ve been through the Storm
Didn’t hurt till IT was gone.
I’ve been torn apart…
Now’s the time to start…
Are you ready to start?
Hate Me,
Or Love Me,
Or Leave Me Alone…
There Was A Knock On The Door
I Bolted From My Chair
But B4 I Could Ascertain
The Presence of the Caller
Holmes Intercepted and Like A Cat
Flung Open The
Veil of Our Solitude.
Sometimes in the late evening
I can feel a presence near me.
A friend visits and asks a favor.
I can not refuse the smile of nervous
expectation/exaltation,
the crown and the valley
Take me Mother Consciousness
To the Kingdom of the Pyramids
Where Nothing Is
And Eternity lasts
Where time
Is neither slow
Nor fast
Father faith
I call perception
Lead me past
No longer the lamb
Fattened for the feast
Sheared for the fleece
Shepherded by the damned
Mindless fellow man
Common mind of the flock
Dictates what you eat
Who will make it big
Upon the opening
of the Eye
The Universe is destroyed
All becomes
as Not
Ultimately More Subtle
In Mind
More Supple and Graceful
In Movement
Inherently Artful
In Thought
The Aristocracy will rise
against The Witch of Modern Times
The Witch that was
will watch and wait
Telling Tails
Already Told
The Witch 2B
will overpower
as The Light
Grows Bright
The Rat Faced Baboon
Follows The Magician
With Instrument In Hand
Notes R Taken
Re-laid, Intoned and Spoken
Share This With Those
Who K/No/w K/Not
Understanding
Cumms With The Game
“God is a Joker, and I AM a Fool”,
So Spake the King of Cups to the
Two of Swords.
Her response, balanced and true,
“I Know”.
Enter The Bride and Spirit
Her Guide.
In Silence She Spoke,
The Seed
Of Content
Dissent
Distant
Intent
Reach
Revival
Survival
Through Arrival
Star-Star
Whey-(afar)
Lips Speaking
Quick
What was said?
They're coming (cumming)
to get me
I saw THEM last night
Dressed in variance
The Shades
"Give IT to US",
they indiscreetly screamed
Thought I wasn't listening
As they beamed
The City is frightening me.
The City's cities
R frightening to me.
Babies beware,
Strangers rape there.
The girls
Stand and laugh,
While
The men
Get it on.
Silly little b-ing
Taking stock in everything
Recording the day
The date
And the Hour
The building,
Climbing
And falling from towers.
The light of the night
The night of the Light
They can twist and turn,
bend and rend a thing into being,
or keep it from becoming.
A turn of the tongue,
a twist of the head,
a light...
What is beginning
to come into sight...
What are the words
That I need Speak.
Temptations, Insatiable fire,
That breeds and bleeds
And demands attention.
The frustration of chains,
Unspeakable tortures and pain,
Desires unquenchable,
It's a Strange kind of Hunger
This Craving for Release...
A Blind
and Wanton Hunger...
Embrace and love
The Beast
The Beast that has no Face
No Tail
No tongue
No Brain
Knock knock
No ones Home
Just an Empty House
That We Call Home.
Another Tym,
Another Place,
Another Door,
Another Face.
Knock knock
The Sleeper Stirs...
I met him in the deep black-coffee night,a milk-cream moon pouring between us. I came to a crossroad with rum and gun-powder (like all of the books say to do)to seek a favor, but all he wanted was
"The dead rise in classic form,Shakespearean and angry,to touch my body."-- Dancing Bear, The Dead
