TRANSSOULMANIA
The Light bled red.
I no longer could tell you
What all the signs said;
Nor did I care like a fool.
My confidence had been broken
By the death of a precious love affair.
I shaved my hair and became a kamikaze dare.
I was tattered and tattooed,
My heart pierced all the way through.
I had fallen into an opaque abyss ---
The hell of cupid’s spell:
A slave in bondage of my own created cell.
I ignited my napalm in fact;
It was an dishonorable act.
As I spiraled rapidly further and further down,
A giant serpent wrapped itself around,
And pounced itself upon my flesh,
As it announced: “ Oh, many, must, most:
Squeeze you, tease you, eat you and then, leave you.
It is always about attitude and gratitude,
Not longitude and altitude.” I watched in horror,
As my life force slowly dripped and stained itself
Across an ancient scroll belonging to Mephistopheles.
I closed my eyes and prayed. I let go.
And within my last breath of life sprang forth out of my blues,
A calm, silent voice: “Be still my child… you have a direct airline,
Thru my boy, my boy … you will be freed.”
I opened my eyes or was it my eyes were opened?
And with my heart I listened to a whispering chorus:
Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done …
Enter pass Division Street.
Enter pass Division Street.
Enter pass Division Street.
