Inferno blazing stars burst forth at the heart of my being
Fury such as hell and heaven have never known.
A wind reeks of ash and brimstone blowing from self-righteous nostrils.
There's a special corner in the depths of suffering reserved.
A table for the miscreants of this Wagnerian Soap Opera.
Reserved under the name payback is a bitch.
My vengeance won't be the literal blows of fists.
It won't be quick or merciful.
Compassionate and sad, but not kind or benevolent.
There is no beatifying what you've done.
Give it back damn you.
Pay me back for the years of unpaid overtime
Your check is due and there's a balance owing.
The interest is compounding and growing a malignant army.
You'd do well to heed me while you can.
Life is a gift given freely, so I can't thank you for it.
Judge and jury convicted and tried.
Sentencing awaits your choice.
But then I look at you.
Pathetic and scared, maddened by the misbegotten creations of your lunacy.
Sirs, this man already serves a penance far harsher than any this court could mete.
Let him go. Your verdict is to live.
Laden down with guilt and regret.
Tearing about everything that you love.
All your hands touch shall putrefy
The fruits of your labors rot on the vine.
Stay here forever gazing into the mirror of your folly.
Knowing the only hope of parole requires your cooperation and honest.
There is no bedeviling yourself with lies.
There is no running from the truth in our eyes.
Decay and rot away on the refuse heap of rejects.
Now all smell the stench and corruption.
Beauty may be only skin deep, but ugly runs down to the bone.
Your hideous soul is on billboard display for all to see.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
At times I look back and grimace at the shallowness.
A soul void of substance and form has nothing to give.
I see for the first time clear as daylight that it's a hollow Earth.
Oh, you see men and women and I say it's smoke and space.
I speak as one returned by transformation's kiss from the dead.
Clear seeing is only available to those with the courage to open their eyes.
Oh the world is bewitching with it's glamorous lies.
We scramble to deny the delicious humanness
Oh humans with your petty games and jealous natures.
Yet we build marvels, we compose music, and we strive for the stars.
We feast on the suffering and blood of our animal brothers and sisters
Yet we also can love unabashedly and compassionately.
In myself I see the contradiction and the paradox.
I'm a coward and a fool, fake and phony.
Yet I'm brave and outspoken, bold and fearless.
Somewhere in the back something nags.
If I and we embody contradiction, can it be true?
It's either or neither?
It's the paradox that must be embraced
The bitter pill to swallow.
In owning all the darkness and shadow
Is the only way back to the brilliant sunlight.
A soul void of substance and form has nothing to give.
I see for the first time clear as daylight that it's a hollow Earth.
Oh, you see men and women and I say it's smoke and space.
I speak as one returned by transformation's kiss from the dead.
Clear seeing is only available to those with the courage to open their eyes.
Oh the world is bewitching with it's glamorous lies.
We scramble to deny the delicious humanness
Oh humans with your petty games and jealous natures.
Yet we build marvels, we compose music, and we strive for the stars.
We feast on the suffering and blood of our animal brothers and sisters
Yet we also can love unabashedly and compassionately.
In myself I see the contradiction and the paradox.
I'm a coward and a fool, fake and phony.
Yet I'm brave and outspoken, bold and fearless.
Somewhere in the back something nags.
If I and we embody contradiction, can it be true?
It's either or neither?
It's the paradox that must be embraced
The bitter pill to swallow.
In owning all the darkness and shadow
Is the only way back to the brilliant sunlight.
Withering whispers dash about tantalizing the ears with their hinting,
Effervescent springs the thought from it's kernel.
The spring of the soul at last sings forth like supernova galactic birth.
I see like the flash of a thousand torches the fires awoken.
Fountains damned by the decay of leaves past.
Sweet water is gushing out from the spring.
Cosmic orgasmic ecstasy from timeless bliss.
I feel the cleansing rays of light as they tantalize my ears
A thousand times I thought I heard a melody
Haunting and familiar like the voice of an old friend
Chimes ringing in the stillness of a moment.
If only I had the notes or words, yet they elude me.
I've played this sonic hide and seek my entire life.
Searching for the notes that would transcend this futility.
Seeming silence reigns supreme in this quest for vibrational harmony.
Perhaps it's the place between the stillness and the genesis of tone,
Yes indeed we may have solved this age old puzzle.
What is the sound of one hand clapping indeed.
Effervescent springs the thought from it's kernel.
The spring of the soul at last sings forth like supernova galactic birth.
I see like the flash of a thousand torches the fires awoken.
Fountains damned by the decay of leaves past.
Sweet water is gushing out from the spring.
Cosmic orgasmic ecstasy from timeless bliss.
I feel the cleansing rays of light as they tantalize my ears
A thousand times I thought I heard a melody
Haunting and familiar like the voice of an old friend
Chimes ringing in the stillness of a moment.
If only I had the notes or words, yet they elude me.
I've played this sonic hide and seek my entire life.
Searching for the notes that would transcend this futility.
Seeming silence reigns supreme in this quest for vibrational harmony.
Perhaps it's the place between the stillness and the genesis of tone,
Yes indeed we may have solved this age old puzzle.
What is the sound of one hand clapping indeed.
All things being equal and man being made of dawnrise and nightshadows, I'll counter each song of the abyss with one of bliss.
Let us ride on the tides of the seasons and bask in gamma rays,
The universe was once young so they say.
Imagine the spirals of flowering stars
Can you see them emerging from the singularity of one?
Maybe it's true that out of the one came many.
It seems that a fog descends when I go too far back.
A child peeking into that forbidding ruin.
Haunted by the echos of truth forgotten.
Strange and alien melodies leap about like frogs.
Dashing and crashing against the rocks of harsh reality.
The discordant consonance overpowers the eyes with its heady aromas.
Silver and green moonbows arch and lift away the curtain.
Singing choruses of sibilant nymphs prance about the primal meadows of forgotten naivety.
The background cosmic microwaves of radiation vacillate between potentiality and collapsed reality.
Symphonic silence reigns supreme as it cascades across the canvass of Maia
Stabbed and harried by Shivas phallic thrusts from which are born the multiverses.
Come play whisper the lily gazing stars,
Join us in the river that winds through the verdant forests
Careen through the rivers of thought and mind
Transcend and elevate above the mountains daunting your daring.
Approach and broach infinitesimal if you dare
Don't be undone by the Sphinx's paradoxical musings.
Accept that what is because it is yet isn't because it is.
Realize the folly of your wisdom and the brilliance of your stupidity.
Drink it all in like a parched wayfarer of the skyscape.
Cease and desist when you well please
Enlist or persist if you wish.
And most of all never say never unless you'd never.
Let us ride on the tides of the seasons and bask in gamma rays,
The universe was once young so they say.
Imagine the spirals of flowering stars
Can you see them emerging from the singularity of one?
Maybe it's true that out of the one came many.
It seems that a fog descends when I go too far back.
A child peeking into that forbidding ruin.
Haunted by the echos of truth forgotten.
Strange and alien melodies leap about like frogs.
Dashing and crashing against the rocks of harsh reality.
The discordant consonance overpowers the eyes with its heady aromas.
Silver and green moonbows arch and lift away the curtain.
Singing choruses of sibilant nymphs prance about the primal meadows of forgotten naivety.
The background cosmic microwaves of radiation vacillate between potentiality and collapsed reality.
Symphonic silence reigns supreme as it cascades across the canvass of Maia
Stabbed and harried by Shivas phallic thrusts from which are born the multiverses.
Come play whisper the lily gazing stars,
Join us in the river that winds through the verdant forests
Careen through the rivers of thought and mind
Transcend and elevate above the mountains daunting your daring.
Approach and broach infinitesimal if you dare
Don't be undone by the Sphinx's paradoxical musings.
Accept that what is because it is yet isn't because it is.
Realize the folly of your wisdom and the brilliance of your stupidity.
Drink it all in like a parched wayfarer of the skyscape.
Cease and desist when you well please
Enlist or persist if you wish.
And most of all never say never unless you'd never.
It's been sometime indeed. I begin anew with this project with a different purpose. This writing won't be random. It will be a chronicle of my journey through the eye of the needle of transformation. A hymn to the funeral pyre of my old self and a salutation of welcome to the new self ushered in through this time of change.
Staring down the barrel of your glare Hate reeks from these eyes.
Oh don't judge this rancor
It's flowering is of the seeds you sowed
These eyes were old before they were young
Wizened before time stopped.
Suspended in a stasis of sleep
Cryogenic freeze to save the soul.
Did you think one day the sleeper would awaken?
That the reckoning would come a calling
I'm cashing in all the IOUs and broken promises.
From the mud of your pathetic failure something blooms at last
A lotus crowning the generations of failure.
Aeons of neglect and abuse by pious holier than thous.
Ages of darkness and godless Godliness.
Seas of accusing lies piercing through holy lies.
Starvation of body and spirit at unjust hands.
Rape and torture in strange lands.
Lifetimes and lifetimes of foul putrescence.
Parroted words of purity won't absolve you.
Chastity born out of foulest weddings.
How did it get so off track?
Was the train of good intentions derailed by malevolence or just plain indifference?
Either way it's a moot point.
No! the point is it stops here and now.
So go as your Lord commanded and find that stone.
It's a millstone heavy with the weight of the horror you've wrought.
It will drag your pathetic carcass down to the oblivion you would inflict.
Perhaps in the depths of dusty death you'll find absolution.
Yet somehow I'm hedging my bets with a resounding "no."
There is no forgiveness or restitution enough in this mad sphere to be found.
No prayer that can blot out this fatal downfall.
The only answer is never again.
Never again will a child know what these empty sockets have seen.
Never again will roses be fed to fiends.
Piss off and get thee hence.
I heard the devil won't even take you into his imaginary domain
Invented though hell is, you can rot there for all I care.
There's a rotten core to the center of this fruit.
The apple unasked for that gave knowledge of good and evil.
Knowledge that can't be unlearned though I've tried.
Visions that can't be unseen no matter how submerged we are in a drugged stupor.
The cruelest part of all is that dominance is always dominated in the end.
Power and might diminish in the face of innocence and purity.
Howling wails of rage face quiescence from the unstruck chord.
I'll write you away, every jot and tittle.
I'll sing you away in every song and riddle.
I'll cast you out in paint and grit.
The mind will be rung out lie by lie.
Then like a blanket of mountain snow untouched by rank industry,
I'll lie once more: empty and limitless.
The delusionary blanket of sleep at last cast off.
Awaken my soul:
Fragile as a jasmine bloom yet mightier than a hoary oak.
There is no winning in your game, so I'll simply recuse myself of play.
Staring down the barrel of your glare Hate reeks from these eyes.
Oh don't judge this rancor
It's flowering is of the seeds you sowed
These eyes were old before they were young
Wizened before time stopped.
Suspended in a stasis of sleep
Cryogenic freeze to save the soul.
Did you think one day the sleeper would awaken?
That the reckoning would come a calling
I'm cashing in all the IOUs and broken promises.
From the mud of your pathetic failure something blooms at last
A lotus crowning the generations of failure.
Aeons of neglect and abuse by pious holier than thous.
Ages of darkness and godless Godliness.
Seas of accusing lies piercing through holy lies.
Starvation of body and spirit at unjust hands.
Rape and torture in strange lands.
Lifetimes and lifetimes of foul putrescence.
Parroted words of purity won't absolve you.
Chastity born out of foulest weddings.
How did it get so off track?
Was the train of good intentions derailed by malevolence or just plain indifference?
Either way it's a moot point.
No! the point is it stops here and now.
So go as your Lord commanded and find that stone.
It's a millstone heavy with the weight of the horror you've wrought.
It will drag your pathetic carcass down to the oblivion you would inflict.
Perhaps in the depths of dusty death you'll find absolution.
Yet somehow I'm hedging my bets with a resounding "no."
There is no forgiveness or restitution enough in this mad sphere to be found.
No prayer that can blot out this fatal downfall.
The only answer is never again.
Never again will a child know what these empty sockets have seen.
Never again will roses be fed to fiends.
Piss off and get thee hence.
I heard the devil won't even take you into his imaginary domain
Invented though hell is, you can rot there for all I care.
There's a rotten core to the center of this fruit.
The apple unasked for that gave knowledge of good and evil.
Knowledge that can't be unlearned though I've tried.
Visions that can't be unseen no matter how submerged we are in a drugged stupor.
The cruelest part of all is that dominance is always dominated in the end.
Power and might diminish in the face of innocence and purity.
Howling wails of rage face quiescence from the unstruck chord.
I'll write you away, every jot and tittle.
I'll sing you away in every song and riddle.
I'll cast you out in paint and grit.
The mind will be rung out lie by lie.
Then like a blanket of mountain snow untouched by rank industry,
I'll lie once more: empty and limitless.
The delusionary blanket of sleep at last cast off.
Awaken my soul:
Fragile as a jasmine bloom yet mightier than a hoary oak.
There is no winning in your game, so I'll simply recuse myself of play.
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