Her heart and soul filled with fire
all she yearns for is desire
never caged in a wire
Her wisdom hidden
from prying eyes
The patterns she has given us
a sequence
Her love touches our lives with frequency
yet we haven’t seen her for what she is
her love hisses and fizzes
like a chemical reaction
Yet her divine spark lights the dark in an interaction.

heres your chance to become a supreme being
a dot in a circle
the point of imminent transcendence
the glitter of endless seas
a secure position
and a good job if you can get it

first assignment

develop a sense of place
hollow yourself out
to situate your creation
mix the ethers up
within your infinity of self
like witches mix a cauldron
good work
GOD

HOLY HOLY HOLY

now with the spirituous mist
populate your creation
from the astral

i like to be called
YAHWEH

okay
GOD
lets not get stuck
you can easily afford
not to be so small minded
whats with caring what your called
you and your multiple
titular names

wow
lots a pretty beings
dreamboats i'd say
like a bunch of colored balloons
pro-creative
mmmmm
very good so far
i really appreciate that part

HOLY HOLY HOLY

next assignment

POWER OVER NATURE
figure out a way
to sustain and perpetuate your creatures

I AM WHO I AM
what ever you say
can we move on now?

whats with all the
disease
mental problems
fear
hostility
and famine?
be a  good
GOD
for gods sake
and amp up the happiness please
they are like bunch of sick cats down there

NOT A LEAF FALLS WITHOUT MY WILL

ooooo noooooo !!!!!
there not suppose to **** and eat each other
what the **** are you thinking

are you stupid

OH HOLY ONE
THE UNKNOWN and THE UNKNOWABLE

stop with the smog of hell
your creatures live in terror
living only to be destroyed

go sit in the corner
facing the wall
yes
the dunce cap too
your a bad

GOD

a *****
we will have to call your parents
for retribution*

HOLY HOLY HOLY

OR:*   *“A brief treatise on Antediluvian Gayology ”

Α Ω

Said Demiurge to Samael:
“This universe is getting old.
Let’s break on through and fly beyond
to where the lead shines gold.”

Said Samael to Demiurge:
“I’m with you, dude. Let’s rock and roll
Let’s rip this veil of Maya in two
And glimpse the Oversoul…”

Replied his echo Demiurge:
“Devoid, divine, it’s ALL good, bro;
The sweetest wine is found within
Let liquid truth now flow…”

So Samael let drop the towel
And spread his doctrine’s orifice.
The mystic eye of gnosis shined
in luminous artifice.

Then Sam and Dem, conjoined like beasts
made cosmic love (in Koine Greek),
transforming gold to toxic lead –
and Truth into a freak.

Α♥Ω

GNOSIS, my friends, is alive and well,
corrupting the hearts of the masses.
They fashion a fable to fit their need until their crisis passes.
An idol from here and a text from there – just a little dabble do…
for a do-it-yourself epiphany as the counterfeit passes through.
They lose themselves in names and mantras,
thinking they’re mining gold –
while the god of this world enhances the shine of spiritual lies retold.
So get out your old Santana records, pass the **** to the left.
Listen to Jimi and Marley and worse; it will leave your soul bereft.
It’s the same old trip – the first century
has seen all of it come and go:
such transcendent explosions of heresy
are worth less than the price of the show.
In the local body of Iesous Moshiach our pastor has faithfully showed us:
nonsensical notions of Gnostic obnoxiousness
fail to enlighten – but load us
with half-truths and fantasies, cosmic conspiracies,
spiritually false revelation;
which turn on the blacklight and dazzle the mind
but maroon you in dark desolation.
So I’d like to prepare you for several short poems
exploring the way of the Gnostics.
Though I love Elaine Pagels and Demian‘s Hesse,
they fail to provide diagnostics…