Respite. What brings today? Blessed lovely lunar watcher smiles celestial light to me as I ready for works painstaking day. A haze over the hill and my eyes dream mist. Some beckon for a word, others a kiss. Awaiting choices to join or sit... my arms are dry but look closer, they are slit. Bled far and beyond life.. my soul slips free. Do I alone venture thus this night or will one dance with me?
Children as goblins and adults as masked lovers what a treat. My step will glide above the earth, as if I have no feet. Damned they are called but unjustly so, for they have no bindings keeping them to and fro.. freedom as us among the living can only dream. To live is to die darling won't you dance with me?
Resurrection in the truth and the light....truth in the blood yes..so dear vampiress have a bite. Look upon me and tell me lover or beast? We are dancing among the dead love, why should we starve at the feast? So carve a smile on sullen jack ol lantern mask and drink from someone's eternal flask.
You still see no blood, my river has run dry? Let me assist you love, let me help you try.. to see the lovers in a grand masquerade. I sit to the right side of Charon my ferry is paid. Long years to spend on this illusion we call life. I'd cut you a fresh wound but it is you that holds my knife.
The fields of fire are blazing tonight, gone with the sin, gone with the days ebbing light. The full moon beckons and still I cannot stand. My tribute to dearly departed's, a jig of bones is at hand. So pass the chalice with me around sacred ring.. cry a chorus with me like the sidhe banshees sing. Drink sure and drink deep. Curl with me under the willow tonight.. for come daybreak we will sleep under the coming light. Of realization that we are the ones who are dead. Corpses awaiting birth with sanguine kisses read. So dance with me with enough said. Will you watch or join me..as I'm dancing with the dead.
Thus begins a new day where another era is never to come. Come, ah yes like the drippings of life gone with another sin. Then again the sins escape, where regrets rape of the deeper me floating in the feces of denial's sea. Become the sacrificial lamb from the once withered lover. When the face watching from the masquerade changes from one time to another. Smiles have fangs such wicked grinning teeth. Sinks deep and lets me forget only for a moment that life is death and life is grief..
Sanctified in memories never to erase. Such alluring eyes beckon, those eyes without a face. Bring lips and taunt me nevermore. Settle the score, and set my world aflame and such fire. I'm bare naked lying away my soul screaming from the pyre. Sex is sex but the soul is something more.. Quiver and ache and for the goddesses sake breathe life into or close the door. And leave me to my songs of insanity and forgotten time. Denying the ache is such a twisted crime.
What do you call forever when a man's pockets are full yet he feels he has none.That twist of thorns bleeding upon alter blue..dying and never yet drew his gun to devour the bitter pill. Ah breathe and yet still... true ..such be the endless night. To blessed moon fond thoughts and wanting's take flight. Never to touch earth, feet caress the autumn leaves but never stand firm. To land would be to lie in the cess of debauchery and rot. Sane? no I think not. And so the wheel turns..Burning and yearning..... old enough to know but too young still learning that my black wings can still soar.... but for whom, what, and where.... other than to wither is there anything more?
I leave you now my friends with a warning maybe a hint. Everything that glitters is not heaven sent. Sometimes you must woo hell in order to know where your's soul's last dime was spent. Buying heaven with not money but the essence of you who you are...shining, ever shining.. but we never see our star. Dream deep, dream dark yet sweet....this world here for me is too cruel. Dance with me my darlings.. among angels, demons, and fools
Ripples in the water, to me a continuum in time. A place somewhere submerged as vast as the highways of heaven. But dare I thumb a ride beneath, for would it be my body or my soul that pays the toll to discover what lies within? My element is earth and so is fixed...I shall or I shant? To be..or not...or already is.
Naked are we at birth and so naked once again we stand when we feel that pull. That lightest embrace of a yesteryear’s fond reverie and a beckoning of a future to come. Ah but reluctance you sense in me aye, for haven’t you heard? The future is a devious thing.
Do I seem as some common leach that would leap this foreboding voice and give so eager and you have yet to tell me your name dear siren? Presumptuous is you whom wishes for me to wash upon or off some rocks? If thy be my mother or crone goddess, then why is it you who pulls me awakened my satyr to field. What nurturing can come from the bottles of an ageless succubus and her subterfuge boundless? Ah and if I were but a common thrall among your prodigal sons, then how can I resist you then?
So deep I plunge into the water’s of my youth. As a great fish never tutored but natural at best. Only my phallus has the expertise of satyr sages but here where you draw me I am yet virgin. Best I think with my experienced head or best I drown? Or perhaps it was written long ago that I must drown. Where will you take me then sweet voice that has me question my own sanity as others before me surely put to council?
Auspicious enough, so I might trust you. I see no Atlantis of childhood dreams past though, only a fire filling my lungs as the tides of chance cleanse me. Pale as an arctic wench’s bosom I seem to becoming and my sight fails me? Where is your hand if you wish to guide me my lithe mermaid without a face? Desire has finally succumbed me to this?
And so weightless I become, my phallus now spent but not in the bed of some mystic lover. Shall I curse you or praise you this has become of me? Where do you lead me now? For I have a wife and children in both worlds awaiting....do you find joy in tormenting me still?
Awaken me? How for I died long before you offered me a swim? I am not the Christ child of foolish social hearts, so I only find miracles in what is touched. Resurrection will be my insurrection from you if possible. You jest at scars, but it is I you wound.
Dead since that night I have been and dead shall I remain. Unless you dear Ishtar, can guide me through these waters and show me this miracle through touch. Alas it won't be your siphoning tendrils that kiss me nor the cold lips of any mortal soul for that matter. She too is like you... without a face. Forced to forget, and irony being the womb’s sounds are still fresh to me.
But only the sound of remembrance. Of a voice that knows my true name. Not my Christian born name, for I am pagan. I have a secret name to which only she can speak. And your trickery will not deceive me as to think it is you. It is spoken like that of Hebrew of old without vowel. It’s origin older than your name my dear. And the lisp it is spoken is older yet. Played in the drama of a childhood play twenty some years past, yet they say it wrong. When she speaks it, it will be music and then I’ll speak hers and all is known. Eden’s sentinel will drop his sword and she and I will be made to pass.
Such a twisted dream isn't it? To think heaven denied millennia ago still can come to pass? Ah yes but that is my dream as I watch you swim away leaving me on the shore. Dare you seduce me to discover? That is my prayer goddess. Feed me ambrosia or leave me be...with my insanity.
