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.
my belief, i cannot choose
it lifts me up and gives me the blues,
how can i decide
whether to believe in You?
we either believe or we don’t
though our minds may be changed.
but to choose what you believe
seems awfully strange.
if God kept showing himself
like an over-bearing parent,
how could we enjoy our ‘freedom’?
i’m fighting reading/writing.
apathy in action.
these lines are blind
but perceive my pride…
i don’t always like what i write.
mundane yet vain.
delete to hide the shame.
speak of God while we smoke and eat meat,
(false) pathetic eclectic prophet or priest who ignores his preach.
i wish i had the courage of my conviction to live my life without contradiction.
to this festival
of the inevitable.
the run is won
but different strides
in this race of life
are of no consequence.
for we are here for fun.
to enjoy creation at every level.
He is patient with us,
a necessary Devil.
and so we go through
these circles of lives
where to live is to strive,
to breathe is to die and retry
within a blink of His eye.
the nature of life is to live,
we take and we give.
even mould has a soul
with it’s own path to enrich.
Omniverse of energy.
Constant Cosmic Causality.
Light of night and
dark of day.
The Artist He
moulds His clay
and gives it life so
that He may play
His Rasa Lila
with sinners and saints.