there is a piece of a black trash bag
clinging to the branch of the bush
amongst the plethora of foliage
which hides me, so I may sleep undisturbed
from the cops shining their lights
informing me the railroad is private
I find so much inspiration
in this piece of a black trash bag
as it still clings to that branch
as I awoke this morning
effortlessly it resists the winds
and invites insects to inhabit its space
I find so much art
in this piece of a black trash bag
as it inspires me to create a thing
from what initially seemed as nothing
this black, reflective piece of a trash bag
brought to me by the winds of Chaos
I find so much spirit
in this piece of a black trash bag
The Ouroboros, The Yin and The Yang
the destruction of a star and the creation
of a black hole, of which feeds the other side
as another star dies, on the other side as well
so is the end
and so is the beginning
Mothers and Fathers in us all
Fire, we are breathing
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
ethereal roots draped down upon me
slithered around my skull like serpents
sunk their teeth into my skin
and released a poison in my blood
my heart beats, I breathe
eyes dilate, breathing becomes ********
a wet and warm sensation
tantalizes my skin and loosens my muscles
as if I was on a ship in the midst of fog
a pirate, with no destination but here
mystery lingering everywhere
in the rocks, in the trees
in the tones I collaborate
with the gravity of I and all that is
my guitar
my lover, for the night
everyone watching
and listening
to I and her
like ***********
though I did not mind
especially as Josh watched me
he would actually thank me
such a gentleman
always beaming with light
so, it was so refreshing
to hear about what he did not like
in the presence of my deep and dark tones
he thanked me
for enticing him
to greet his demons
and let them fly
it was nice to see such a gentle smile
in the presence of the black hole
he truly is
a gentle man
I wandered off to the restroom
turned on the fan
listened to the hum
and forgot why I was in
if I was out
and why I was everywhere
as I sunk to the floor
my head tilted towards the shower
hand extended out
to the mint garden on the floor
and there I was
greeting that which was all
I had missed these conversations
speaking to me of memories
of dancing with ghosts
and a grandfather within a table
sitting there in the living room,
before that wretched television
the mint leaves came alive
swirling around, like miniature galaxies
singing in tiny sighs:
miniature black holes
exposing their universe
to another
and the other
the same to theirs
and the same, same
to I
then I arose, feeling as loose
as the raging seas
and followed this feeling
to a dark shed in the backyard
therein, I found myself
in a black hole
a perfect fit
for me
waiting for me
waiting for my ship
to collapse
within its pits
I lie on the bed
my back flat
hands over my chest
head swirling around
as the Earth does
around the sun
and the hips
of an attuned woman
and there I was
shapeless
death
ready to live again
"Father?"
"Yes, Son?"
"I'd like a beer."
"One's on its way."
light poured in from the back porch
and blinded me
Josh, Brian and Moses come in
Brian only for a while
as he drifts off somewhere else
maybe too light
for the heavy waters around me
Josh,
he is in light, "Of Course"
Moses, says something funny
"You know, sometimes
it makes more sense
to drink your own ****
than to have a conversation."
I burst out laughing
a dark red light fills the room
"Right? 'cause at least there is water
in your **** I say
I look over to me left to Moses
and he says, "Exactly.
Would you like a beer?"
"Of Course."
when Moses comes back
he hands me the beer
and it is then
when I see him clear
his face, a yellow-tinged glass
demonic in shape
translucent, exposing black underneath
with red eyes
floating independently from him
as if they were a separate entity
one made its way towards me
the other, towards the door
I can only guess
it was towards her
and he smiled
and I heard the glass crack
SHATTER!
SHATTER GLASS DEMON!
let out a laugh,
I hoped he would
though only that cute smile
he always shows
showed its presence
just enough to not expose
the truly brilliant
and shapeless creature he is
I drink the beer
and I am sober.
the night
was over.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
four arms, two legs
supporting one head, with three eyes
wearing five serpents as ornaments
slithering around us
hissing their wisdom into our ears
as we rested atop the skin
of a tiger, desire
I could see him, in us
extending out his six limbs
two on the ground
two on her
and two on I
and we were within one mind
six, six, six
one mind, with three eyes
the third, sought to destroy
Kama, desire
to right her body
into the form which she deserved
as ashes
of which we wore on our skin
she spoke of the hunting
of skinwalkers
extending out so gracefully
towards me
we were within one mind
with three eyes
and a crescent moon
lain upon our forehead
eternal in the midst of Chaos
in the midst of evolution
destruction,
for the cause of transformation
my claws extended out
as light is pulled
by a black hole
of which was her
and my lips loosened
exposing my sharp teeth
and we worshiped one another
in our destruction
becoming exposed
and feral
so I let out a yell
in the middle of the street
in front of a mother
and her children
as we were covered
in the ashes of Kama
the end
of all material existence
rest our garlands of skulls
over our necks
bowed
and said goodbye
now Shakti swims in my blood
and dances with my Soul
for I am still in
that black hole
headed out, in
to the other side
truly, Chaotically
enjoying the ride
dynamism in in me
as I live, Truly
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
I would take out a bow
sharpen it like a blade
and play your body
until you've bled out
if I thought there was
any real music in you
now, all I want to do
is dance around you
like I'm playing the banjo
romping around a bush
singing a song
with no words
just la-da-daa
da-da-daaaaaa
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
pluck, ****
**** and pluck some more
light you on fire
and say,
yes,
I see now why you might be blind
yet the bush was already on fire!
if only I had enough **** to put it out
but it's dry
the **** bush is so **** dry
you're on your own friend
'cause you're far too far
from the river
I could use a drink myself
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
words came up from Satan's home
slithering fires, hissing in my ears
pulling on my thoughts
as if she found the instrument in me
the strings, of a baritone cello
played in a deep and dark room
six, six, six
we worshiped one another
like demons playing with fire
her thoughts
extended out
from all dimensions
my claws extended out
my sharp teeth exposed behind my loose lip
as she spoke
of skinwalkers
and we laughed
about anyone ever caring too much
we can change
oh, we can change
oh, we can howl
and they run when we growl
we can change
oh, we can change
and they shudder
as if they could shake
themselves loose
from existence
and we laugh
dripping lava from our mouths
my apologies
alcohol spirits
they make me
want to dance
they make me
feel free
so,
don't you know
I let the spirits
of Chaos flow
it was my way
of saying, Hello
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
glide the sharpened blade
of a sacrificial knife
up and down my wrists
then up to my throbbing throat
so similar this seems
remembering her fingers
glide across my skin
as we became like the Sabbatical goat
neither her nor I
were either inside or out side
we were as Baphomet
and we did float
brush strokes, of our blood
used to paint the figure we were becoming
something worthy of worship
as our nails dug into eachothers sides
Oh, I could feel her ferocity
trying to get inside of me
Oh, though she could only follow me
as I follow her-like the moon and the tides
her soft lip, whispered something to me
up against my warm throbbing neck
as her hips continued to sway like the seas
and she said something to me that put a shake in my knees,
"I love to feel your heart beating
deep within me, like a serpent's in me
now feel mine on your lips
can you feel us?
Can you feel
when our souls kiss?"
I had to hold on tighter to her
as she did to me
as we spiraled away
into certain bliss
our bodies were no more
nothing but ecstasy we became
boom, bloom, eyes like blackholes
and like nubulas, we came
and there we drifted
within what is us
I am not sure if she ever came back down
her presence now is like a winds gust
so I sit here
with this sacrificial knife
teasing my belief
in tangible life
finally, I get a smile from her
as she stands in front of the sun
an so innocently says,
"Ooh, that looks fun"
"It is,
it's better than pictures."
"Even a mirror?"
"Yes, even a mirror"
"How do you do it?"
"Just breathe, and remember."
"But, what if I bleed?"
"All the better, take a sip and remember."
"We were dead, weren't we?"
"Yes, my love, yes indeed."
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
structure
firm and strong
surrounding such fragile filaments
filled with blue blood
coursing freely
involuntarily
like a river
with no end
oh, what a fall
a waterfall
crimson red
when we are dead
pierce me
rip me open
tempt my core to implode
and create a black hole
and follow me
to the other side
knowing well
we will both enjoy the ride
these bones
and this blood
they are nothing more
than a portal
and the closer I get
the more I bleed
for something I love
the closer I am to whole
Chaos consumes me
and suddenly
this blood and these bones
have nothing to do with me
rip me apart
my love
take me so far down
that I am above
make me question our understanding of heights
make me question what we say is right
share this fruit from the tree of Good and Evil with me
take a bite of the fruit of the tree of Knowledge
follow me, down to Hell, my love
until we've reached what is above
devour the flames
spill your blood
and give way to something greater
than the great flood
be a God, my love
claim what is yours, waiting above
bleed, fight
let go of your structure
give in to Chaos
and simply do what is right
follow me down to Hells fire
and face the flames of your Soul
follow me down to Hells fire
so that you may become whole
I want to hear you scream
dig your claws into me and make me bleed
find me, demon
find me in my blood
find me, fallen
let me know we are One
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
her soul leaked out from her fingertips
as she grazed his neck underneath his beard
and enticed him to move in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
he fell in love with the smell of her sweat
as she teased his lips with her bare chest
moving in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
and they were strangers
dancing to the rhythm of no music
charming one another
like serpents, entangled as lovers
though, lovers of what,
this man asks
as he finds pleasure in her deep eyes
as if he was watching burning skies
enjoying the rise
of a belief in one singular Gods demise
for he questioned what was taught
when he looked into her eyes
and asked himself,
may all I was told be nothing but lies
for I find myself believing this girl to be a God
and I find myself standing on Lucifer's side
and they remained like serpents
her and I
biting, poisoning one another
moving as if we would never die
oh, Lucifer
let her burn
as she finds the irony
in the wet she yearns
oh, Lucifer
how did you know I'd love to make her sweat
how did you know
I would love to make her come
how did you know
I was not the only one
such a sad romantic, you are
finding pleasure in the destruction of stars
oh, Lucifer, light bearer
giver of tempting fires
let us die
as we give in to all our desires
dear Lucifer,
let our fires expand higher
let us slip into that black hole
and fall in love with the other side
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
bending, curving, twisting to grow
searching only for what it needs
why can we not all be
just like the trees
standing firm
in day or night
so persistent
eager to fight
branches, guided by deep waters
lifted up, seeking the light
play music for them
and watch them dance
as you wonder of ether
and come upon a transe
how do they hear
how do they feel
I say, they prove
that ghosts are real
I say, I may
speak to my dead father any day
for, he is not dead
for he, neither you or I
have nothing to dread
I spoke to him in mind and spirit
as he passed away into a black hole
as a star, as a new beginning
he is now whole
everywhere, is he
my father, a God
now omnipresent
as the imaginations in you and me
I hear him, still
just as I see the sun
I hear him, still
as I soak up that sun
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
it's interesting how a physical scar on ones body when healed becomes the most sensitive skin. I see the metaphysical form of ones self as quite literally the physical form of ones body. when you've got as many scars as I do, your choice between Being or Not Being becomes more drastic. there is no medium. there is no fence to try balancing on. so you either become completely numb, or.. your body becomes pure fire, flames reaching out in all directions, Heaven, Hell and to all the deja vu's which immediately woke your spirit up. your scars then simply become realized as nothing more than your Souls very existence. those things you cling onto, they are understood as what it means for one to say, "I choose, to Be". so I've learned to wear my scars proudly, as I believe them to be rips and tears within the fabric between what is physical and what is metaphysical.. they've been torn open, by my will alone. those who were once seen as murderers of my free will, then become forgotten within the fires from a place where I do not feel pain.. where nothing but the urge to feel and fill all with and within soul exists. there is no need for a shield, or a weapon. only a simple deep look into an others eyes and a silent hello.. don't gotta let 'em know.. they know.. like the lions prey knows it has become food once it catches the glare of the lions eyes, peering through straight into their skull, from only four body lengths away.. and when you're layin in bed with a beautifully scarred lover.. that deep look into the eyes, ignites you both, skin and bones melt away and expose two souls feeling, seeing, smelling, tasting and hearing every last tip of the eternally expanding universes grip, and your infinite connection within it.. pretty much.. how I would imagine the Big Bang to feel like if I was the Bang itself, and my lover, that massive black space, just waiting to be filled, to form and create... She is what made the Bang, Big.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC