(new) I opened mine eyes

I opened My eyes
and saw that there was life
where before was only a thought
within My mind.
Temptation took over
My parts and parcels
of this flame imperishable.
How could I say no?
Instead to you I say “Go”.
Experience so that you may know
after all is said and done…
I Am The One.
Freewill is yours and Mine
As you are Me to a lesser degree.
and this is why you find in your ‘mind’
some sublime signs.
Evolution of the soul.
As I watch you die I watch you grow.
Look within My books for clues on what to do
about how to find My path and never-again lose
sight of My might.
For I am right.
There is no wrong.
No devil song.
I alone Am.

(new) a symphony of sympathy or Of G&D (warming up)

poems flit by on the breeze of the season
and could cause you to cry if you would listen to reason.

I am the shadow and I am the sun
I am ev-ery one
ev-ery thing
My song you do sing.
with fear I keep you near
but your fear is unfounded
only your body is grounded.

.Quality Controlled.
see Me within the sinner.
and yet again within the saint;
for We are all of the same Flame.

the deal sealed with a kiss;
ignorance is bliss…
once bitten forever smitten.
necessity is the mother of intention…
trial by fire.

Well done My son; I can see you’ve had fun.
Test them. See if they remember Me.
“yes my Lord.”
And if they are worthy.
“of course my Lord.”
You are My dischord ,
I would that they were in remembrance;
Set them some tests and see who thrives…who rests.
“as ever; You know best…but they shall not rest from my tests
and neither will they be bored oh my Lord.”
By My causeless mercy shall all that they own be stripped away.
That they may see Me all the clearer.
Enamoured as they are by the illusion of life.
“my Lord they shall love You as they fear me.
they shall search the stars for You in the yonder.
they shall ponder long on Your song that is Life.
i shall set them strife. beget their wife with blight.
hear their hymns in the churchlight.”
Let it be.
They shall remember me.

of G and the D

i’ve got several themes in mind.
which isn’t normal, i usually just write and the theme explains itself to me.
maybe i’m setting myself up for a fool
the best way to gain a writers block is to tell myself how or what to write. to plan.
i love writing from different perspectives, whether spiritual, carnal, animal, funny or scary.
for a few years i wrote a lot from ‘the God perspective’ but i didn’t wanna be typecast so i wrote from a pagan point of view or a historical one or a sexual one.
then i got back into what i call shock rock or ‘psychobilly’ which is kinda like the Shadows on acid. and i realised the B-movie is alive n well in cd format. so i started writing from ‘the Devil perspective’.
so far so good.
but now i notice the pattern of my themes and it inspires me to write hopefully the best rhyme ever…concerning a chat between God n his tireless worker Lucifer.
with such high hopes there is a fear of failure.
For fear of failure
the poet he wrote
his song in the sand
to be washed away
when the sea greets the land

maybe i should call the poem between G and the D ‘Well Done My Son.”

The Meteors own all due rights. this video is not mine.

(new) The Devil’s Disco.

…The Devil’s Disco…(with a slow bass rhythm)

Gather round my little children.
I’ve got a song that you might like.
It’ll put hairs on your chest and…
you’re gonna be here all Night.
The drummer is feasting…
Feasting on your fright.
you’re gonna feel it.
Until the very last bite…
My guitarist is gorging.
Gorging on your hate.
you could try to be kind
It’s a little too late…
Welcome to My heaven.
Where there’s lots in store.
Get ready to dance as
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
This is My disco!
This song has no end.
Because what I finish…
I start all over again.
All over again.
All over again……..
Gather round you little bastards!
I’ve got a song…that you won’t like….

(new) The Test

it’s the season of bleeding.
angels and demons will be breeding.
demigods demonstrate the dimensions of dreaming.
a devil descends and starts to discuss
the reality of reincarnation and rust.
“You do know that you don’t exist?”
i nodded my head and the devil was pissed.
he thought there must be a trick that i’ve missed.
“Bring Me your blues as I’ve nothing to do for an hour or two.”
spellbound; he stole my stare and smiled at what he saw there.
a notion of ruin, an ocean of poems….the presumption to know Him.
he drily smiled and rose with a ruse of respect.
“I did not expect you to be perplexed.”
i shat myself as my body relaxed and the next track on the tape began to play.
Black Sabbath’s Black Sabbath. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg
i shall remember forever till my soul is unchained.
“So I’m not real, am I not? but what of the wicked within the world?”
at that his bat like wings were unfurled.
“Touch Me, smell Me, gag on My filth.
I fucked your mum last night, the perverted milf.”
i tried to tell myself that this is a test;
just keep on breathing and hope for the best.
what is will be, both for the brutal and the blessed.
and of the future; even demons must guess.
i saw inside us, him and me and the trees.
the dog, the daisy, the flea and the disease.
we are all made of the same grains of God.
and dance on the paths that He has preset us.
how can i fear the folly of the fallen?
i smiled awhile in deep thought as if naught were about me.
in communion with the Cause of plausibility.
the light of His Love from below and above
shone with a divine shine and the shadows slunk beneath our feet.
and again i did meet the devilish soul that had stolen my stare.
His fair form and hair unshorn, kindness i saw there in pairs.
“Remember to realise Me, and remind those that might.”
He embraced me as a father and i felt alright as he nonchalantly strolled off into the night.

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