The Pouring Forth
If in fact it ever actually does, when it finally happens, it must be known that
preparations were made in absolute earnest;
we gave it every possible ounce of
energy, pouring the electricity forth from deeply established wounds-
some open, others never shown,
in the beginning, at least, but once it starts feeling good
to bleed it all out in red gushing glory upon the stage, the story changes.
A flood from her gashed vagina
spills out in a river of moon tide anguish.
Smash your iron hammer down upon my beleaguered head.
As it has been said, the storm eventually comes
to wash it all clean in the end.
You hope the hype of clichés is real, or else
the sour wine can go putrid as
the poisoned period perishes in a paralyzed pelvic thrust.
No more language laid out in lavished pity;
no more fake apologetics granted quarter in a stale relationship;
no more holding you close and receiving zilch in return
for the unrequited warmth of spirit.
Not a single solitary shred of fur do you have to offer as a pale body
lies naked in the wintry forest of despair.
Left there alone and listless like a
drug addicted, venom tipped dagger stabbing unmercifully at heart valves.
One cut was quite enough, but two dealt the killer hand;
didn’t want to fold the perfect five ace hand;
didn’t want to walk out on the spoiled situation
but your garden of vegetables was beginning to stew.
Now rocks surround the grave plot of a
Rat King Snake Rascal God
placed to rest with the worms, underneath a sanctimonious soil
where flowers are shivering in frigid degrees,
and cold shoulders deny the eyes of the Ice Queen her tears of comfort.
Knock, Knock
Parasite
sucking at the system
Gotta kick the habit
and flush it out
for good
Tapeworm
eating at our core love
turns it into bad vibe
and drag us down
to Hell
New Day
open up your third eye
glory of the loud light
so let it all
shine in
Hopeful
I can taste it changing
The pattern is rearranging
a Phoenix set
to rise
One chance
this could be our last dance
need to turn the key here
and swing open
every door
Silence…Awakening…Enlightenment
Ten thousand points of light
radiate out from the shining source
soldiering onward through the muck
in phantom realizations of truth
guided by unknown ghosts through a pattern
until recognition shocks the system awake
what almost was
or could not be
or might still happen
Through broken tinted glass illusions
smiling over the cemetery plot
with masks of flowers for false comfort
and grand spectacle ceremony dreams
to honor all that falls from grace
with visions of a Phoenix rising
and tapping into a higher dimension
vertical alignment with truth vibrations
cascading outward from the source
singing out in symphonic resonance
to tune with a frequency of arrival
here in the physical dimension
of time and space and touch and feel
where fingertips color the shape of science
while religion huddles in cornered mass
until it all finds synergy together
in synchronistic harmony moving forward
If in fact it ever actually does, when it finally happens, it must be known that
preparations were made in absolute earnest;
we gave it every possible ounce of
energy, pouring the electricity forth from deeply established wounds-
some open, others never shown,
in the beginning, at least, but once it starts feeling good
to bleed it all out in red gushing glory upon the stage, the story changes.
A flood from her gashed vagina
spills out in a river of moon tide anguish.
Smash your iron hammer down upon my beleaguered head.
As it has been said, the storm eventually comes
to wash it all clean in the end.
You hope the hype of clichés is real, or else
the sour wine can go putrid as
the poisoned period perishes in a paralyzed pelvic thrust.
No more language laid out in lavished pity;
no more fake apologetics granted quarter in a stale relationship;
no more holding you close and receiving zilch in return
for the unrequited warmth of spirit.
Not a single solitary shred of fur do you have to offer as a pale body
lies naked in the wintry forest of despair.
Left there alone and listless like a
drug addicted, venom tipped dagger stabbing unmercifully at heart valves.
One cut was quite enough, but two dealt the killer hand;
didn’t want to fold the perfect five ace hand;
didn’t want to walk out on the spoiled situation
but your garden of vegetables was beginning to stew.
Now rocks surround the grave plot of a
Rat King Snake Rascal God
placed to rest with the worms, underneath a sanctimonious soil
where flowers are shivering in frigid degrees,
and cold shoulders deny the eyes of the Ice Queen her tears of comfort.
Knock, Knock
Parasite
sucking at the system
Gotta kick the habit
and flush it out
for good
Tapeworm
eating at our core love
turns it into bad vibe
and drag us down
to Hell
New Day
open up your third eye
glory of the loud light
so let it all
shine in
Hopeful
I can taste it changing
The pattern is rearranging
a Phoenix set
to rise
One chance
this could be our last dance
need to turn the key here
and swing open
every door
Silence…Awakening…Enlightenment
Ten thousand points of light
radiate out from the shining source
soldiering onward through the muck
in phantom realizations of truth
guided by unknown ghosts through a pattern
until recognition shocks the system awake
what almost was
or could not be
or might still happen
Through broken tinted glass illusions
smiling over the cemetery plot
with masks of flowers for false comfort
and grand spectacle ceremony dreams
to honor all that falls from grace
with visions of a Phoenix rising
and tapping into a higher dimension
vertical alignment with truth vibrations
cascading outward from the source
singing out in symphonic resonance
to tune with a frequency of arrival
here in the physical dimension
of time and space and touch and feel
where fingertips color the shape of science
while religion huddles in cornered mass
until it all finds synergy together
in synchronistic harmony moving forward
