Epiphany

You can't have sharp ends for a knife
The irony of it runs way high
The contorted soul of a tortured angel
Deformed as a demon
Caught up in anguish
Bitter sorrow
Of a joyous tomorrow
Life slaps you
Female canine bellows
Snorts
Looting touts
Plastic emotions etched in a whiskey bottle of
Cognac spared the blues
Inhale the light
And exhale with might
He who points the way
To the mind that strays
Seek and find
Destroy no more than the brine
Filled with riches that gleam
Do you want that?
Can you excavate
The tomb of a forgotten pharoah
Who believe not in a God
THE holy Lord
Fool themselves not
Inter-galactic beings
Of skin, lime green
Descend
Present
Starts and stops and gap
Sell the covet
Wet minds of confused
State
Of being in touch
With nothing much
Just the higher consciousness
With long hours that
Hangs from the sinful
Shaven
Cut
Remove sins by the blood?
Bright not dark
Not this knight of the Chivas bottle

Should I Believe

Should I
Live in sin and walk away
From the light
Its so easy
Or should I
Cast away my fears and walk along
Tonight
Its so easy
These
Questions in my mind
They make me run behind
I don't want to leave alone
Cos my heart is not made of stone
Should I believe
In love and peace and holy things
Believe
Should I believe
Or should I believe
In lies and cheats and worldy things
Believe
Should I believe
Ponder
Shudder
In catacombs

My kind of Town

Far away
Wishful
To the point of being pathetically boring
Was a long time ago that I laid myself to sleep
Awoken from my slumber
By a pure
Clean
Rousing spirit of eternity
Sapping my very sanity
Of the wonderful smile
That sets my soul running wild
Keeping the faith
Inert affections rise from the flames
Making merry round the fire
Moving mere men into a mire
As we walk down the way
Yesterday
Is but a figment of my futile imagination
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
A long long mile where we learn
To embrace once again
Truths from where we begin

Passing it on

He who is afraid of death
And yet proclaims he wants to feel alive while he's dying
I want to see
The fires of the boundary of our last sins
What is that?
Nothing more than a fad?
Truth seeks out the strong
And games for those forlorn
Who are we?
Lost souls on the dole?
Never
Aeronautics neurotic empowerment of the senses Insecurity escapes the masses

Higher Beings

The ceremonies that we are accustomed to does not make us better
The masquerade that we engaged in presents an upgrade to our fate on par
With the intellectually challenged
Disadvantaged
The mockery of it all
Filled to the brim with waste
Who is full?
Tell us not what is right
Chide us not for what is wrong
Or at least you think so

The Last Holy Fool

The entry of the jester
The exit of the forgotten knight
Red velvet skies of
Deep varicrose veins of
Smeared wastage of senses
With strong fortified defences
Breaking them down
Breaking them down
Breaking them down
Breaking them down
No denying the real devotion to the lost cause
A future forever borne by the burden of the cross
Nonsense
The fictitious holy fool
Or wise words
Of a neglected spark-less jewel
Foolish is but as
What simple persons dictate
I did it my way
With nary a hint of regret
Take me seriously I beg you not
Scoff with mercy in the devil's lot
Time waits and tide turns
As karma ends and life begins
With hopes that I am not a forget
One sided nonsense never instills eternity
Downright arrongance
Makes obvious the necessity of ignorance
And self indulgence
Strange bed fellows

Baggage

Let us in
Stroke the flames of sin
Or so you think
As the happiness that you sought
Slides away
Into the tortured grains
Mumbling membranes
Of the not so fair kind
Sustain
Our force as we spent
Toweing over us
Are the pig-faced
Facist slaves
Notes compared, who's asking?
Far away
Yet in my being

Abandonment

Do you remember?
The good ol' days
Where everyday
Was bright and straightly gay
Where worries have no
Serious consequences
Of chomping candies
And making merry?
These are but mere perspectives
Memories are still active
This thought might seem perverse
But are worries justified?
Or are we living on a flight?
Just to live up to acceptable norms
Without knowing where to or where from