we're nothing but dancers on a cloud of cigarette smoke
drifting here and there, swaying with the wind and twirling
to the music of the priests in the temple of
Ra, who sees and knows all and
that is sometimes terrifying to me, because he
will leave me broken and crying with doubt and
painless glorious words that come forth
from my very fingers onto an unreal page
in an unreal world, where the dogs will bite and scream with
ecstatic joy and fear and trembling starry eyes
that shine forth with a blinding fury.
sometimes i chant to calm myself, but the wretchedness
of the simulacra will leave me fucked and lost with the wolves
circling me, barely at bay
no mercy no mercy they cry,
condemned to eternal & wrong suffering at the hands of
some unknown master,
the puppet-master as some call him
thou art god, thou art god
if i am god and you are god then we are all god together
on this empty & barren planet
discussing false realities and hopes and dreams.
there is no bread or water inside the gates of Eden,
full of scared children weeping over dead parents,
but i'll keep riding this horse until it kicks me off
and i'll keep stealing and blowing smoke and full of pride,
i will leave with a smile on my face, laughing at the
absurdity of living entirely humble and meek.
with a heathen's hope i search in my own head
for something resembling the lost & ancient Ma
the primeval land that i once settled in and made my treacherous way
down from the mountain top
where vultures and masonic rites assaulted me
with a vigor and obsessive struggle that i knew not of
before the coming of Spiritus Mundi
in a blazing-passionate kiss.
i watched the cities burn burn burn
and saw the watchmen at their posts
reading the Ramayana by the light of a world in chaos
a world in which i can't eat a sandwich without being accosted
by some manic street preacher telling me
of the coming of the Lord
and i wish to God that he would come again
but it's a foolish hope, and i won't
cry about it ever again
and i'm happy to speak with you, my lady dearest
each and every time
pushing me back to the walls of Lanka itself
pushing me forward into a frightening future
yet i continue to have faith
and i continue to love
Points: 890
Reviews: 15
Donate