TRANSSOULMANIA
The Light bled red.
I could no longer tell you
What all the signs said;
Nor did I care.
I had fallen deep within the hell of cupid’s spell …
Imprisoned, enslaved in my own created cell.
Death had metastasized throughout my love affair.
I shaved my hair
And I became a kamikaze dare.
My confidence was broken.
And I felt tattered and tattooed,
My heart pierced all the way through.
I ignited my napalm in fact;
It was a dishonorable act.
As I spiraled rapidly down an opaque abyss,
A giant serpent tightly wrapped itself around,
And pounced and announced:
“Oh, many, must, most ... tease you, and eat you.
It’s not about longitude and altitude; it’s about attitude and gratitude.”
I watched in horror as my life force dripped bit by bit against an ancient scroll belonging to Mephistopheles. I closed my eyes and prayed.
I let go. And within last breath of life sprang forth out my blues:
A loving, unruffled voice: “You have direct airline through my boy.
You will be freed …when you make the two into the one, and when you make the inner like the outer and the upper like the lower, and when you make male and female into a single, so that the male will not be male nor the female be female ... then you will enter.”
I opened my eyes or were my eyes opened?
And inside my heart I listened to a chorus:
Enter beyond Division Street.
Enter beyond Division Street.
Enter beyond Division Street.