A small clippit for the rest of the universe....
Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and ***** veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful ***** salesman
My militant dandies
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession

Jim Morrison (An American Prayer)

Exilic worshipers of the fallen idols,
Fathers and brothers of the ancients,
Sages of fallen cities, seers of antiquity,
All those of times past and gone,
Lend me your leprous ears....

Show the way to the ancient halls,
Show the way the world waged war,
Show the way to Megiddo,
Show the way to the promised place.

We walk the halls of a thousand souls,
We shudder under the presence of darkness,
Waver under the stars, with the eerie twinkle of mystery...

I wish only to be the darkness,
To be the unspoken act,
The shivering willow in the swamp,
The bending branch in the wind,
The last to see, the last to be...

Show me the way to the sacred garden,
Show me the way to the promised land,
Show me the way to elusive Arden,
Show me to rest my feet in the sand...

I want to be the great fornicator,
The creature of fervent pleasures,
The beast inside the twilight,
The muffled pillow-scream...

If you were my essence,
If I was your soul,
If we were together,
Combined we’d be whole...

Would you lift me to heaven?
Would you touch me there?
Would you grant me your temple?
Left naked and bare...

I am but a servant,
I child in this place,
Wishing for peace,
To see your face....

I am but a monster,
A hideous form,
Lost on beauty,
A creature born...

I need to see,
I need to taste,
To only be,
To see your face.

Forgive me father,
For I have sinned,
Over and over,
Again, and again.....

I always thought that we would be so good together,
That there could never be anything to show me another way,
The eternal bliss I envisaged as ours will never be,
I could never hold perfection ‘til morning...
Never touch purity with these stained hands,
Never see truth as truth, only weakened lies,
Never see just legs only tasty thighs,
Never see smiles, just those soft lips,
Never see past those fingertips....

I want ever part of you,
If only for one day,
I say this so often,
Yet it never goes away...

B.

Note: Written 9 January, 2008 by Charles Dell the Youngest