I have no problems in believing.
The
alternatives are nonviable and invalid.
Every choice is mine if I
choose to select
it's my turn and I will go forth, utilize,
I am
the master, mistress, whip and slave.
A law is only accepted if it is found
necessary and reasonable.
A law is only necessary when someone is in
violation,
and most violations are a matter of degree.
I will
live by my laws, which I regulate accordingly,
for guilt is the most
complete method of punishment.
It lingers in the memories others
would bury,
and I rummage through the dead like browsing old books.
I am the codifier of my future so I need speak to no one else.
My
only violations, then, will be weakenings of my will, which
I impose
without mercy, so I never worry at all.
If I see the world through my innerspace,
I will never understand the whole.
While I can read, exist,
dance, fuck, intellectualise and avoid,
everything I experience
must still be internalized;
I will never get the complete picture.
I will never understand,
but neither will anyone else.
Unless
someone is paying rapt attention,
no one will believe me when I am
clean enough to demonstrate
the clearest perspective that exists
once it is formed.
When God comes to judge the living,
He
will have no one to judge.
We will never have seen him at all.
God
has already realized
it is useless to judge the dead.
He will go
back to Heaven wondering
where it all went wrong.
Come join me - my law is free
my water
is as clear as my eyes.
My mind attuned to the biology of thought,
the logic of love,
spiraled to find my way of life -
it is
right for me but death to most.
Maybe you can understand, and I hope
you do;
a nation of one is hard to control.
Power for those who
need to control
but I promise you will be out of my reach.
A
treaty, please,
an agreement to experience
what it is,
potentially,
to be me and/or you.
I have no power over your
decisions
and the way out is through.
I need to ask you if you
will enter into me
your life in my throat I can speak your truth
but I will still need you to clarify to create
so possibly I
will grow into my own.
My faith walked for me
to the land of
the gods.
lay prostrate before the infinity
that which becomes
my fate.
It poured out of me, ran on the ground slow
blood and
bread and roses in water.
It abandoned me to its own dream state
leave
me naked, cold from the graveside.
Dead in my arms I crouched
in
the seaweed sewer to vomit
my bones seeded into branches each soul
thrown
through pores through the meat metal I could
no longer
trap my lives ahead to channel
Drowned to my knees breath stolen air
in live plant material suckle
from my fingertips to
pull up
in smoke
I draw my eyes open with my
fallen eyeteeth
scaled
weblegs sludged my nails out
from crystallic hands
I drag myself
out of stagnant water -
my beloved has been watching me.
I remember him before I was born
the
crimson layers of his hands onto mine
and the pronouncement of my
name
when I was accepted.
My beloved close and light
will
not clothe me
for fear he would be lying;
the only living
presence I have yet to see.
He has dried the last of the mud from me
and will touch me so I see
but he will not speak and the silence
is alive
weighed with thoughts I no longer need to express.
I
can smell his body before we make love -
the freedom to need, we
agreed -
I know the assent in the back of our lives
A lesson in
acceptance it was I
who was reborn to a dead world.
the living
are no more, they never understood
when there is no death, there are
no limits
Nothing is true, everything is permitted
complete,
prescient, unique
done unto itself and to me.
