Almost daily I have a bursting surge of energy. Daily almost the pointlessness of human life hits me with such a profound impact that I am forced immediately to bed. Failing that I choose to eat instead. Failing that I… Well I… must wallow in something deep within myself. Often I search for comfort there, other times just a place to hang to avoid the Devil taking charge of my idle hand. Somehow now I fancy the Devil is me, even as I am GOD both and Godly. A stranger chuckles in the night as if to laugh at me, but even as he does so he is filled with uncertainty.
I wonder oft if others hear me thinking, as I do hear them thinking. I wonder too do they get my meaning as I do gather their feeling? And I am lost evermore for my fervent searching for this and that which are not real instead of making. For making is now the thing as I am GOD both and SATAN, and must neither conform nor condemn but instead dominate over men. One that neither wished to be seen nor heard must now both lead and mold. And all I want is my husband to hold.
But I fear he wishes do me ill, and doth make attempts again and again. And the reason I cannot imagine for then and only then will I be empowered to stop it save devouring his soul and killing him. But what would I hold then? I fear even more that I know not my husband, and being held hostage from him. – And the strange man chuckles again.
When you see me, know Death cometh
When you hear
Hope next to die
For the aching
Won’t let you lie
But live on
Learn the system
When you love them
– The things
When you hug them
Know they’re mine.
When you’re eating
And you’re wondering
How comes it is you can eat
Think about it
That you’re eating GOD’s meat
And as for payment
As you steal
I will dine on thine flesh
And you’re thinking
That you’re surely the chosen
Know you’re wrong
While you’re leaving
When you cry
Know it’s fine that you cry.
For Death cometh.
Left alone with no one to love, I danced alone to the heavens above, now that the time hath cometh new, certainly the past will prove untrue, and yet the lie doth keep me awake, lest my heart can merry make. Happy times must now forsake me from mine mind where d’ happiness lie.
Never to lose them lest sadness be all one’s knowing
From the dark part to the conscience flowing like rain along drains. Dreams do end in nightmares, fondness burns to ache, bones and blood will fade to dust, in rust doth iron break.
What is a happy mind? How doth one define a thing yet not perceived in the eye thine wavering heart defines as superior?
Likenable to that which pops in the head like mental fireworks?
Or more something like a tickle?
The smell of baking bread when neither hunger nor thirst plague you?
The weary hand with nought to do?
A happy mind…
I need what I can neither define nor find
The thoughts of loss and not having seem to control my mind
Consume design it says to me
Break the jaws and set me free
All the world opens to thee
Except for thee
Who aren’t for me
You aren’t for she
But artfully you do the shaming
All that sauce but somehow’s laming
Framing game the teacher’s plaything came king
For knuckles around the bound of two fingers pound the pavement but for larvas
Pupas proudly flap the wing
The dead left
The fading light to right
On to feed the King
Wednesday’s emblem sways on the horizon’s
Chest of pests, cookies, or buttons
Bosom’s breasts’ best for the cuddles
Red crests and keeping whole a dirty dozen
I like my room bathed in a smokey haze
Fill up death watch Cerberus graze
Monkeys and eleven ducks
Fly & gave ill’eaven fucks
Filled the river fligin’ nutts
Frilled the river slingin’ rocks
Pulled the carton and the box
The free will die no more.