An itching from the inner sanctum
The aura composed of pure divinity that is taking over the atmosphere
I can hear myself panting in the mist from this heat which seems to summon all of them to enter me
To take pieces of what remains
Planting their seed
Their worm
Their sponge
I have become numb with a fleeting sense of falsity
A mistaken identity
The rapture that completely captivates my sensibility with a tragic form of obsession
It lies to my spinning sphere of emotions
It\'s contents are fathomless
Everyone searches like mad to find something human to call it
Unfortunately, this process always ends with them pulling out the most obscure label that they can find
The one hidden so well
The one that fucks me the deepest
I become friends with the chasmic emptiness that I and others own
Suddenly, I am smitten
Bitten by the great leech
The beast that orchestrates necromancy which is apparently still practiced by fools in the thousands
The result of misused power is complete nothingness
The envious find reasons to create their own spells that they then make themselves believe they must cast
Indolence
Stupidity
The mud beneath them turns violently into quicksand that sucks the livelihood out from underneath them before they even realize that they are sinking
Drinking whiskey like water that has been tinted with artificial tastelessness
Becoming wired then wet then wasted
Trying to awaken from the coma that you allowed unrequited love take you deep into
Few survive the despair that follows
Love can hollow out your soul yet it\'s everyone\'s goal just to find it
Nothing about that concept makes any sense at all when facing reality completely which has become damn near dormant
Looking for love in this Land of the Lost that we have abused and disrespected and never have given even a tenth of enough back to
So here it is, the re-arrival of The Golden Rule
Taught
Learned
Pondered briefly here and there then forgotten entirely
That is until we feel that we have been slighted by something or someone somehow
Led back to the edge of nowhere so that we can dive back into ourselves
We suddenly have this fresh understanding about the inferno we have ignorantly ignited and how it will eternally consume us
A few simple and obvious rules of conduct unabided by despite that they were set by none other than God our Creator
Blasphemous, devious , cynical traitors.....
Jason Vancelette
9/16/2007