Origin

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