Love is the law
Told through generations in Churches, Mosques, Synagogues, Temples and Gurdwaras
Love thy neighbour; do unto others, and all that
The golden rule threading its way into the hearts and minds of who?
Who listens? Who takes on board? Who really cares?

Would the world collapse if one day I said “No more. From now on I’m being a ****?”
Everyone for themselves, all rules are out of the window; a one person Purge.
A capitalist of all time, those Psychogeographical wanderings through the moral maze.
Hegemony of me; those that stand in the way trampled into the dirt.
Anarchy in the heart, nihilism with each and every action
And party like it’s the end of time

Do what thy wilt shall be the whole of my law
With mind manipulation to the occult ways of the black
The heart corroded of meaning; hardened, plaque ridden arteries halting the love and care
A higher presence in full knowledge of the deceits of life and its better ways
Conditioned to think of others first and the self later or some other sort of ****
A Faustian pact with the other side brought to life
A drink to your good health
The pleasures of life grabbed by the scruff of the neck and wrung to the final drop
The scales of justice rusting as day turns into night into day
The naked bodies entwined branches of lust and ecstasy surfing the waves of wanton desires
Blurred narcotic visions indistinct from the other until time cannot be returned

Byronic Blakeian spectral figures holding out their hands of kinship
But this corrosion of the self is melting in the mirror of madness
Syphilitic mercurial fumes rise from the furnace resting on the brim
Deeper and deeper down
The depths of the soul eroded for all time
Replaced by throbbing notions of unfamiliar reflections
The dread of not knowing thyself
The attic painting no longer recognisable
Full of decay
An ageing Id no longer able to get up

i was called a witch
more than once
for wanting to craft potions,
to erase the wounds
love left behind.

i burned its letters,
willed the wind
to carry off the pain,
lit candles
to hush the tears
that fell like rain.

i never prayed to the devil —
only for myself
to grow stronger,
composed,
untamed.

the spell took hold,
i can entertain
your idea of a witch.
maybe i am.
but if you plan to burn me,
you’d better do it
while you can.

Oh devil,
play your crooked song.
My cup was born empty
not for lack,
but for the thrill of being filled
by hands unclean.
You danced,
not in shadows,
but in candlelight and clinking glass.
You sang not sorrow,
but sweet sugar lies
dipped in honeyed brass.
I did not fall.
I followed.
The path was perfumed,
the rhythm too rich to refuse.
Sin, in satin slippers.
Wickedness, with wine on its lips.
Yahoo for me
I did not burn.
I became the fire.
I outshone the flame.

She was possessed
  of the devil; there was no night
  too young

For the first time,
  I had sense enough and before
  I reached the street, silence fell
    between us

the fresh air
   blazed with the disgrace
     that spurred us to touch
       and gasp

Grandpa said watch out for that she devil
He said you go on out there and be a rebel
Here I am, straight shooting son of a six gun
A halfcocked momma and a six-shooting daddy
I was shot in the back seat of a ’56 Caddy

Later in life I learned how to drive
I learned how it felt to be alive
I partied on like a restless soul
Can’t replace the time I stole

Now I’m older, I guess Grandpa was right
You’ll be married Sunday, if you find love Saturday night
Who’s to blame when it’s all said and done
Grandpa said those she devils sure can be fun

You’re wrestling the devil, fighting to be “the man”
When you wrestle the devil, its catch-as-catch can
It’s no holds barred, anything goes, a regular street fight
The world is watching the main event on Saturday night
It’s a death match; the winner takes it all
The match is scheduled for TV time, or one fall

The devil is tricky, he’s got friends outside the ring
Whips, chains, tables and chairs, that’s what they bring
Sorrows got you in the corner, headlock squeezing tight
Best do something quick, even if you have to bite
Pains have got you down, in the center of the mat
He’s got you trapped, like a big city rat
You need to break free, get out of his hold
If you don’t, you’ll be stuck, like the cheese and the mold
You’ve got to keep moving, you better have a plan
When you wrestle the devil, its catch-as-catch can

The crowd is roaring; it’s time to bust out your moves
Careful now, watch him Jim, look out for those hooves
You got him on the ropes, with help from some fan
When you wrestle the devil, it’s catch-as-catch can

Now it’s time the show is over, they called it a draw
He would have had you, except for that one little flaw
He didn’t know you had faith and truth on your side
When he came up against that, all his threats died
You wrestled the devil, now he knows you’re “the man”
When you wrestle the devil, its catch-as-catch can