My only Promise to this World
Is to steal as much Truth as I can
And to shape it
Into the image of myself
So I might know
What I really look like
And as I lay dying
I may at last realize
What has been within my body
This entire time.
OPIUM FOR THE MASSES
"My son,
We are the exiled people.
Take my hand, and
I will teach you how to survive;
Amoungst the wolves
And the sky scrapers."
STEP ONE:
1) Construction of the cage:
a. the soul is weak, and it is naked.
b. in order for survival one must construct a cage around the soul, for the soul's own protection.
c. the contstruction begins the second the womb-gates of Eden are shut away between Mother's closed legs.
2) The bars of the cage are constructed from the materials of the lessons we are taught. These lessons can be things learned from anyone: parents, teachers, or friends.
3) The bars:
a. you have a name.
b. you must go to sleep at night.
c. you must do well in school.
d. you must learn to be disciplined by forcing your attention from that which you really desire onto that which you have been told you must give attendance to.
e. ignore your own ideas and do as you are told.
f. it is a sign of maturity when you trade your dreams in for reality.
g. drugs are bad and offer no benifts to the individual or to society.
h. bath regularly and have good hygenie.
i. want to have a family.
j. follow sports.
k. surround yourself only with nice looking things.
l. spend your youth in a room starring at books, filling your head with pointless lessons which have no point but do prevent you from thinking.
m. never test yourself with intentional pain or loss of comfort; just test yourself by spending more and more time doing more and more things other people tell you to do.
n. seek continuation of comfort at all costs
o. don't associate with those outside of mainstream society; they're weird and not like you
p. keep updated with fassion styles
q. constantly be consumed with how you look
r. eye contact.
s. smile
SAXAPHONE HONEY STREETS
in every new dream
i am re-lighting the flame
i am spreading saxaphone
thru the streets
like honey; -
in every new dream
candles light
again
colors awake; -
dark colors,
the purest
whites
born is every child,
from so far into beyond its
before.
i long for those days,
those days
when thought
mattered.
when we saturated the worlds in meanings; -
unleashing sparkling pools of soul
(with our psyches pledged in an eternal kiss orgy of spirits burning)
awakening demi-gods within
conversation; -
in endless rant crystal labyrinths
built of all poetry eternities in every singular moment of
sunset
blaring from our mouths
soul whores,
blood oaths, and full moons
weavings of dream
spark
from where beyond becomes
before; -
fuck my soul
fuck my soul
blow my fucking mind
when you think
what we think
what you think
what i...
and it all
actually
mattered
(not a little); -
THE
most.
Thru the fog
I saw that
the stars
were
crying
their light
that the rays
showered down
over me
were really
tears
and they were bathing me
and had always been
bathing
me
constantly weeping
their light
baptizing me in their sorrow
sacrificing...
so that i
may
see
-an angel,
an angel,
oh sooooo beautiful,
Heaven,
Heaven…
see
mist composing her, know
particles of her orgasm, skin, soft
as feathers,
sweet at songs, sweet song of skin, her skirt,
this want, nature, psyche navigator;
- and, man, it feels good, it feels good, the whole earth,
the span of the heavens,
the vastness of dimensional pyshics,
the mathematics that wrote the universe -
All that!
Nothing -
Lacey, Lacey, oh, how fucking, fucking, fucking HOLY, her, HOLY, my complete and total
hypnotizim
her skin is liquid, straight shot of
nuclear sensations coursing millions of eons worth of mankind’s pleasure history
into
one
single second
of skin,
skin, sing, sigh, stretch, sideways, slip
into nether cosmos of the senses – witnessing
the birth of the Universe
under
my
skin, and
sliding
my
hands
down
her, down her warm,
her heat, her soft heat, her
thin layer of pillow
flesh, her
shivering with
lava, her breath
the wind of the
world
dusty
summer afternoon
roar of sizzle in the air
blue skies, all bleached with enormous
sun
spikes of star furnace galactic Heaven machine
creature
star inferno
entity, raging
injections
of 50ccs pure daylight each! -
Hot as shit!
Standing in my path of closing the door behind us, she's unflinching; - the bright-ass
fluorescent light shinning down from the ceiling, her pale face looking at me, drenched thick with dramatic, over done make-up; - her blue eyeliner spread unceremoniously around and out from thin, snake-like, green emerald cosmos of soul machine nexus star snow, forever, spanning down into new dimensions; - at each level of depth and detail, another Goddess revealed; -
"NOW I REMEMBER YOU
YOU WORE THE NIGHT LIKE SKIN
DRENCHED IN SIN"
you came to me when midnight was without
walls
Whisper Pyramid
You can call it whatever you want;
It's calm clouds flowing by, chasing after birds,
It's my palace is everywhere
It's your palace is everywhere
It's our palace is each other
(and as long as you are alive, I am alive)
It's the scriptures of ourselves,
It's a flickering spiritual candle in a night void of light
It's communication beyond boundaries of Language
It's satellite communication with psychic appendages
It's mad collections of energy
It's everyone exploding
It's you exploding and becoming me
It's me exploding and becoming you
It's our machine, you and I especially, and the especially the others too -
Its us devouring each other constantly
It's something too beautiful to explain
I'm not even sure how it started;
But a Universe is born into this world
This Universe is
Us