Monday, September 3, 2012

My Soul.

My soul is a breath of God
A summer breeze that whistles thru the trees
parting the holy curtain in the window of the cosmos.
My soul is a ray of the Sun
A divine parcel of the One
Illuminating the darkness
casting shadows on the walls of the temple of the holy spirit
painting dreams in color 
the reflections on the panes.
My soul is a wave of the Sea
crashing on the shore 
for all eternity, forever, por siempre
Dying to be Free.

Bastard Children.

A society that rests on the pillars of exploitation and oppression creates its own bastard children:
Dirty, hungry orphans...Slaves, beggars and theives.

Black Magic.

The False Shepherd is a wicked scourcerer,
 an evil warlock who elevates himself on a throne
 and uses "Law and Order" as a weapon to conquer and subdue his 'flock'.
claiming possession over that he has no right to possess, he uses deception, manipulation, and brute force to absorb all power into himself
violating the sacred free will of the earth and her children.

Minstrels.

Their songs are spells 
They are gods and goddesses, witches and warlocks...
 possessing the power to bless and to curse
It is they that blow the trumpet, calling the warriors to battle.
They summon the sentiments of the prophets and scribes,
with rhythm, melody and rhyme they keep time
Wisdom cries out from the rooftops 
Truth echoes throughout the kingdom.

The Empress.

The Empress rules over man with a rod of iron
like a dog she trains him to bow down to her in worship and adoration
longing only to lick her pink flower and drink the essence of its honey.
The Empress hates nothing more than a free man.
She longs to lead him astray
like a dog by the neck she drags her prey into her lair
she wraps her legs around him like a black, black widow
She'll sink her fangs into your jugular 
She'll suck out your soul and embalm you with wax
leaving you an empty catacomb of nothingness.

Babylon Bitches.

Fuck babylon bitches backwards in the bushes and send them packing... with a slap on the ass back to their pads to contemplate the emptiness of their meaningless material existances.

The Witching Hour.

Awakening before the Sun
that witching hour.
In the still morning the dew lingers,
longing to be raptured to the heavens
the earth is waiting... 
anticipating the coming of its maker.
Alas, the light bearer pierces thru the darkness to summon the souls of the martyrs home.

Three Monks and The Sun.

Three monks argued for three days in a dark cave about who god is and what is his name. They got into a fight and poked each others eyes out with sharp sticks and not until the morning when the sunlight poured thru the mouth of the cave and warmed their bodies did they realize that they were blind and they wept dry and bitter tears.
...And The Sun spoke unto them and said to them; "You foolish men who build for yourselves a throne that you elevate above the earth proclaiming yourself a shepherd, ruling over your fellow man with your arbitrary words, you small minded charlatans who claim to speak in the name of a god who rules over me... Has not everything that you have seen, heard or felt with your fingers, from the fruits of the earth that you eat to the wind that blows and ruffles your hair, yes even that spark of energy that makes your heart beat, pumping blood to your members... Has not all of this come from my radiance and glory? Now you grovel on the ground... slithering on your bellies in the dust, you have been blind since   your birth. You are blind, deaf and dumb; you who are ruled by your greed and your lust, you are slaves to your bellies and your dicks...You will no longer rule over my children with your rod and your staff... I will strike your head with my heel. I am The SUN. I am the Star of all stars, the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, Lucifer, the light bearer, the bright and morning star. I am the giver of all life, the source of all energy. From I am I have you come and unto me shall you return.
...And the monks wept as the withered beneath the relentless Sun. The Spirits of lust and greed descended into the underworld, past the gates of Hades into the innermost regions of Hell as their bodies withered and were blown about by the wind. The souls, purged of all impurities, evaporated into the sky...ascending to the heavens, returning to the Sun.