No rings on our fingers
No bells on our toes
So goes the new year, thus far
We are engaged to be married
We have both lost everything down to our cars
There was a time when I thought that this could all go so far
Then I thought about it again....then again
Each time I think about it, my thoughts return to the origin of all this so-called bliss
I can hear the hiss of all the asps
Abound
Plentiful
Coiled up in the corners of every twist and every turn
In each and every moment of every now with a never so surreal
They beg me to show them how out of a sickening sense of need
I will find my way across these swamps that are filled with the muck of human greed
I have only given in out of disgust and at the same time to avoid the inevitable circumstance of any given moment...I think
Is this how it was way back upon the brink of our union?
Circles upon circles upon circles
Numerological zeros
Remote controlled super heroes flown around by the advocates of worthlessness
Gleefully
Relentlessly
The adolescents of universal corruption
The eyes of tomorrow
A sorrowful, dreary look at the future now
Why would anyone ever allow another to fly them around their own consciousness even one time?
With all of the silly laws, crimes are fed gluttonously by their refusals
Bred into them by the masses of the mindless
Formatted by countless individualities
Each one of them pounded in their virgin anuses that they keep poised in various positions of potentially excruciating pain
Memories tattooed upon naive flesh permanately
I have managed to somehow travel the pattern of the figure eight back into love, and I am stuck there
A sitting duck, dependent on somebody elses alter ego, as if my own doesn\'t already insit upon being the goose
Next thing I knew, the noose was hanging right there before me
I could feel my spirit becoming asphixiated at its very sight
Meandering through a multi-colored field of wildflowers in the middle of the ebony of the night
Never a reason to fihgt for my love had I administered, but my insight and my illusions had already merged
Nobody to blame but one another
The rapture of our passion was the only thing that could be purged, so that is exactly what it did
The entity of its origin hid out of sight of our spinning heads as its magma bled all over our little world
A place neither of us had ever visited in our separate lives before
So, we both chose to ignore the fact that we were instinctively oblivious
Right in the middle of pure love, we were mauled by an intruder
Jealousy is what allowed it in somehow
Our rivalry was not about to give in and lift its ugly claws to the sky
That would render weakness upon its self-centered ways
The crystal phantom never plays fair and was born to attack
It sent out the Irish setters to track us down like we were prey
Hunted down
Brainwashed into sprouting blackened wings
An advantageous, unnatural ability
One that dogs were never given
Only people who have gained gradual cooperation from the beings that come from Outer Space
Maybe it is humanity existing here in the wrong place and time
For all that we know, our very existence may have come about by mutating from a slime pool
Our origin
The scientists drool all over themselves creating crazy hypothesis like this
Ignorance really is bliss...
2/08/2006