Lighthouse and Lord's Prayer
The ride began at dusk
Subtle scent of feminine musk
Skin silk
Mother's milk
Paisley sky
Pulsating hieroglyphs
Painting a picture of an iris-coned god
Abstract taste of deciphered decisions
Fear of truth in petrified visions
Hands melting to Lord's Prayer
Orange death's horizon scare
Left alone to suffer
A hellish orgasm
Impregnating heaven
With one demon seed
An insatiable appetite
To appease a need
Take flight with amplified No-Doze
Find rest with juxtaposed benzos
Sweating nightmares on the Lighthouse Highway
No light in this house, though...
The family's never home
Conflicted Peasant
Brilliant minds are beginning to surface on the sea of peasantry;
we can't have that now, can we.
Original thought without the subtle guidance of a mechanical curriculum will only
create havoc in our beloved technocracy.
Inspire the artist to conceive television utopias in a blink of attention deficiency.
Eye candy drugs dripping from radio wave orgies of consumption.
In the silence of their eyes plant vicarious deception.
Holden Caulfield's goddam phonies fucking jazz while supporting our troops.
Bleed the land, murder the individual, and fill my tank with unleaded intellect.
Nothing here to save us, our savior found in nothingness.
The perfect midnight yantra is the navel of a diva floating on the frost ridden plain of our primordial hunting ground.
Four great arms to hold us and chisel out our infinite cosmic void.
We never quite appreciate the keepers of the light.
In my mind is the key, but the key is housed in silence,
and I'm afraid of death which dwells inside her... she who knows our fate.
Sex becomes more violent with existence dipped in war; the rhythm more cathartic; each thrust a parley with perdition.
Please don't let them know how I feel. Don't let them know I'm not DOWN.
They can't realize I'm capable of expression.
I've lived up to their expectations of an isolated maniac,
so I've been recruited to guard Plato's perfect city;
and of course, I have mouths to feed.
Reunion
My leisure eats my intellect
With a hungry,belly-driven smile
Dimmed eyes view the world restlessly
In need of constant change And distraction
Stall the world
Stop the rotation
We're not worthy of the motion
Emotion
A dictated disposition
Position
An uncomfortable history created in the now
Dispel the laws of breath fuels blood
Breath fuels madness in God's new medium
The canvas of clogged pores
Emitting the odor of
Inevitable death
Premature decay
And away..... we go
Stick
Swell
Clenched teeth
Bite that lip, baby
Breathe
Tip bad girl
Make 'er feel good
Make her feel..... oh, just a little
Numb
Water snakes off ice
In a whiskey cage
Covered bruises thankful for winter's cold
Starvation sensation
Suspended by chemical
Habitation
Tongues lick the life out of death
Relations disowned
Disconnected
Retrospected
"But I still love you"
"Get well soon"
Discontented
Rented
Then thrown away....
Kiss The Particle Eve
Silver and Gold enter the prism
Of mankind's priorities
Betraying the intended nature
Of our early being
The Helix cracks, shifts
Mutating quantum theory
For Mithra's purpose-
Revenge
I kiss the particle Eve
Earth scented mother of man
I love to watch her cry
For our dilapidated ghetto existence
But it's OK
Adam's standing in the doorway
With a dollar bill to wipe her eyes
Love was never welcomed
Through the gate
Pure is the green
Emanating from my birth
Invaded by savage fluorescent technology
Cold, sterile floor at the entrance
Cold, sterile floor at the exit
Cold, sterile infinity in the void
Promising a warm smile when we reach the end
The helix cracks , shifts
Mutating quantum theory
Welcoming mankind's return
Maybe this time
We'll get it right
No Destination
Strolling through the Ethos
Along the windows of humanity
Peaking in on a dysfunctional marriage
Of savagery and technology
Longing to assimilate
To destroy my found ideology
But I stay in the cold
In pursuit of painful truth
Along the way the wisdom
In footsteps of great men
Sacrificed their comfort
For a taste of sacred fruit
Doomed to isolation
Ostracized by stunted masses
Hoping to be heard by birds
Of a brilliant feather
Appreciated by their kindred
In the cold, dark mist of night
Walking in footprints
On a path of lonely plight
Wheel Withing a Wheel
I lay back in a dream and gaze
At Ezekiel's wheel within a wheel
And wonder who are the chosen
They have their twelfth Imam
Their prefab temple stashed away
For the day
of their Messiah's arrival
Not to mention
The controversial Christ
Odin, Jupiter, Zeus, and Indra
Have a cup of tea
and smite an enemy
or two
I want to hunt and smell the victual
Fuck the metaphysical,
show me
The universe is flat
a two dimensional cat
That purrs as the witches burn
For what's at stake
I heave and wretch
To purge myself
of domesticity
Our technological hospitality
Which tames the Beast
And propagates apathy
From pedagogue
To demagogue
To God
A sacrifice for power that's arbitrary
For God is but a slave that lusts for the glory of the hunt
But has to stay back
Bound to his creation of misfits
At least 'till graduation day
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