St. Claire killed a lizard for me and laid it on the staircase as an offering of devotion.
Lying on its back, the frill hanging out and its tail lay mutilated beside it,
Aaron my room mate said use it as a sacrifice for Isis in a potion.
Tonight I place the gift inside a cauldron, chanting the holy name
of the High Priestess to bless my spell with powers as deadly as poison.
I want you to know this.
I want you to visit me in dream world.
I yearn for this like a transitory passage
determined to carry me safely over turbulent waters.
I am certain as a stone that I will never cease
until I am back inside your magick circle.

Toska reigns.
The chariot is losing control, string by string.
Put my hands in the air and allow my shadow
to take me for a ride.
The horse gallops in destructively attentive strides.
Gone with the wind and I bear my name.
Pain kills my ego once again.
Death is not the same as the living dead.
The phenomenon of the world is a continuously paranormal event.
There are so many ways to die, veiled under unconscious eyes.
Freud understands me, he knows the beast needs to eat.
But I don't have the ability to choose on what the other side
decides to feast.
Polarity is grabbing my arms in opposite directions,
my skin and bones are wearing out.
If I don't burn, I'll drown.
If I don't climb up, I will keep falling down.
Love is a circle and pleasure is a tide.
The Hermit comes out with his lantern,
illuminating everything I have so cunningly
tried to hide.

I will take this tragedy one line at a time.
If January 18 was an object instead of a day
it would be raw steak that's taken me years to digest.
It comes around now disguising itself
at something else but although the air
is always moving away,the ground beneath me
never leaves.
And so I know that one revolution around the sun
won't ever bereave me of your implanted seed.
The planets are holding our bodies apart at a distance.
I stare off onto the horizon. The ocean meets the sun but I
am not afraid of the unfathomable.
I used to hide from mirrors but now I am suffering because
I want to be healed.
You point your fingers at the world and try to make them pay
for something that could never be bought on the physical plane.
We all make mistakes.
Do we really?
Maybe it ought to be this way.
This is the closest I am to touching this memory.

There's a Russian school boy with acid in his veins
tripping when he bleeds.
There's a gypsy girl with the wanderlust disease
traveling on dreams.
Yin and Yang meet.
Strangers spilling secrets while the world speeds by,
everything dark and sinister comes out at night.
Different people when the moon shines.
Grey hound blues singing
sometimes people are destined to meet
for stranger reasons than can be seen,
things collide and transform everything.
Grey hound blues sets the stage for new beginnings.

The time to change is now.
Transformation is nature.
Love lost found, sooner or later.
I want you to know that my feelings
are real and this is rare.
I'm still in love, but it's not enough.
I'm a better person now than I ever was.
Your soul forms invisible strings suspending me.

The silence speaks for itself.
Drunk and numb.
Can't you see that I'm breaking....
down?
There is no one to love, there is no one around.
There is a wine bottle -
drown, drown, drown.
I'm the closest to hell and a moment from heaven.
Despair and desperation kick in and cause
a whole new scene.
Anger is at the bar turning green.
Money turns humans into demon beings.
My eyes are telescopes mapping the correlations
of  my constellations.
What do you see?
Starry-eyed girl devoid of galaxies.

Full moon in Aries tonight
and I’m feeling like a bird in North Korea
with no wings
staring beyond the separation barrier  
the stars are aligned in radical change
and I try to imagine what it feels like
to be free of ******* and chains
everything beautiful dies here unnoticed
trampled under the steps of the Korean Worker’s Party
so I trail behind them seeking remnants of roses
somebody has to remember smell them and love them
just like people that are broken
in Italian alone there is one hundred ways to express I love you
in this place there is only a few and its mainly directed to the supreme leader
and in my world I channel that love towards you
my supreme ruler
I am ashamed of my loyalty
of a love so strong and dependent
but I am trying
I am trying to transcend
but sometimes I feel more ignorant than the city of Pyonyang
sometimes I feel like the guards
closer to the truth than some will ever obtain
knowledge can sometimes be a pain
and then there are the times when I feel like god
at the level of Kim-Jon Un
but I’ll never admit my greatness
until I believe in the light inside of me
reflected in the stars
and the universal power of the cosmos
I do not wish to live somewhere else
I desire to transform this country
by transforming myself
I feel like North Korea now
but I dream of no lines
existing anywhere
ridding my illusions of boundaries
everywhere is a free place