PERSOPHENE
Come my Queen,
lay with me
your brother.
Before time,
it was written
that we should lie here
and dream a new world
into existence.
Warm and safe
are the chambers
deep within
the bowels of our Mother,
the Earth.
Dream for awhile,
from the threads of your
red, spidery veins
weave a new world.
Run your tongue over my wounds
taste the sacrificial blood.
Breathe in the Fire
of destruction
that absolves the world of sin.
Let the scent, the taste
vaporize a world gone by.
From your parted lips,
I savor the Sweetness
of a Wild, Untamed Love.
A world awaiting creation.
A world,
known only
thru forbidden love.
Its doors guarded
by Death.
Let go, my love,
let go of your lasts shreds of ego.
Sacrifice your maidenly innocence.
Embrace the Darkness.
Monday, December 30, 2002
Sunday, December 29, 2002
STEALTH
Stealth belongs not
to the terror in the night skies,
but to him in stone-cold cave lies.
Terror is not the fear of sudden death,
but of ideals lost in twisted lies.
To a world clothed in hypocrisy
Truth seems like a man gone wild.
What if we never grew up,
but held to our Innocence?
Alice and Osama looking thru the glass, darkly.
Stealth belongs not
to the terror in the night skies,
but to him in stone-cold cave lies.
Terror is not the fear of sudden death,
but of ideals lost in twisted lies.
To a world clothed in hypocrisy
Truth seems like a man gone wild.
What if we never grew up,
but held to our Innocence?
Alice and Osama looking thru the glass, darkly.
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