dreaming of freedom

1-26-06

i have been to the dockets
i have trodden through flame,
i have felt the lowest fire
just to rise up again.
i see through you, mr. mundane
i am a writer,
passion; life’s game.
i have burnt like a rocket
scarred the people scared
i twist with life’s river,
my propaganda has blared.

I have controlled minds.
I am a pervert of power, I am
a fallen God.

And i found mother God in winter
in spicy burn, in swords china made
tm, in a delicate chemical society
and in razor-quick moments of Drama.

I have torn off clothing
fucked with pure glee
exploded, caressed,
burnt
corroded, repressed
my violence rains down
blow to blow, and welt to welt

I bleed on bitter night,
I am cold when I feel this Godhood, it is like
methamphetamine.

I have inhaled the puffs
that caused bloody wars,
and I hold this shiny head
that finds the time to throb
in neuronal firing pain (rhyme).
But
In one dream, the stars become one
and i stare until the world dissolves
i’m naked before the eyes of infinity
and i soar into an orange and naked future.

In one dream, the stars become one
and worlds leak from pens from words
and i soar free of history forever.