Universe

Light as a feather

I float through all of the pain

Laughing like a madman at myself

for being weak enough to let the rain fall from my face for so long

A mournful song is what being here is all about

Nobody

Nothing

ever said that this was gonna be a walk in the park

In this darkness, I can see it all

Like a nocturnal beast on the prowl

When the Moon succumbs to fullness, I twist my neck around my shadow and I howl at Her

My Mother

My Whispering Majesty who pulls the estrogen through this body of something much different than a man

I am, indeed, a living miracle

I have no right to wail or to whine

How do I complain about being given again this chance to make my way back to the divine

Our emotions are a trick

A dirty illusion

A fucking lie!

They all run parallel to this insipid idea that somehow, somewhere, some day we will die

We were never really born

We have simply forever been

There is no how to why

No where

No when

It is all just some sickening design composed by the testosterone that swims through the blood that isn't red, but blue

Dead is not gone

That has never been true

We do not just go to the compost to be eaten by the worms

Sick is what happens when we fall for the bullshit about its origin

Coming from our tiniest brothers, those innocent little germs

Everything becomes harmless once we see that it is WE that invented harm

A spellbinder's curse can only harm us if we believe in the incantation that lies behind the charm

The center of the Universe is what comes to mind when we hear me, myself, or I

We are the only answer when we ask ourselves why

The Sun

The Moon

The Earth

The Sky

Everything

Nothing

Darkness

Light

Yesterday

Now

Tomorrow

Morning, Noon, & Night...

7/24/2010