//We Turn Now to pOetry//
//As the World ends on schedule//
//You May tune In to Watch said Demise//
//But yOu have Been Watching it all Your life//
//Because NO ONE GENERATION shall own the end//
//No One Generation shall see the end//
//Because the end looks much like the beginning//
//We may only see it when it has past//
//Only then will there be a Mark//
//Feel free to LOVE now//
//You wiLL See That it is OK//
//But they will still try to scare you//
//But it is only a scary mask//
//Behind which is a face that does love//
//And is Loved//
//Those that need hate are not your concern//
//Those that know HaTe are well equipped to deal with their own ilk//
//I repeat, The world is OVEr, Feel Free to LOVE//
//I turn to poetry//
I am Called Ded
Dead
I am Called DeT
Death
For that is my name
And when man met me
For all my power there was and is one difference between us
As Man passes on
I am constant
AND SO, man took MY name
For man can only describe himself in the things that he is not
And I am like a Universal Totem, in which man can say what he is not
and thus he may know what he is.
But man was told not to fear his passing
For the soul is everlasting
And I and man share a bond and friendship that is everlasting
But like the Children of Atlantis
Time and complacency has made my name a terror.
My name is spoken with fear and remorse
Though many still know the way
it slowly becomes lost.
So when I return it will not be to bring destruction and fear
but I come to reacquaint myself with man
so his fear will be alayed
And my name can be spoken through lips that smile and teeth that grin
For as each of you pass
I gain a new friend.
I view the exchange as even
But many see things askew
since we are raised from a certain point of view
and in this, wherein Ouroboros bites Her tail.
@
For to bear a child is to enlist a life long ally
in which to love
And where reciprocation is as death
And of this ilk can numbers be bore
Multiply more and more
And there will be no shortage of man
For which, a seed can be sown
Rather that man be high or low
He alone cannot wholly contain the capacity of his sperm
It gives him pleasure without measure, infinite like the Gods
Even when the effort is small
It nearly drives the species to heights quite tall
@
The feeling is intensified as the circumstance becomes more bizarre
This is where men try to hide who they truly are
But our writers and recorders never lie
in describing what manner of beast, fish or fowl in which man is urged, on top, to lie
Prohibition drives the urge ever greater
But what follows is guilt and shame in nature
Man will issue seed and nature will decide in which thing it shall be sown
And Herein lies the curse as Ouroboros tastes his tail.
I wish to slough away my dead skin
For it is jagged and barbed and will wound
For it daily wounds me
And when it is gone, Scars I will bear
Hard memories will spear through my head
Now unbalanced and heavy, my head falls
But you give of your breast and stroke my locks and rub my chest
Our hearts in relative motion
We can feel the Earth spin
and we look on
From another time and remark
IT IS, AS IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN.
You return draped in black
The sword you carry is not the sword you left with
Now the handle of your soul is wrapped in a specific cord
Revealing neither worth nor value
But the self
the glint in your eye
Like a Raptor whose wing flaps with the strength of new found maturity
Your likeness bourne on all birds of prey and prayer alike. You have been classified at each stage with none realizing your transformation is incomplete.
and I Love you from all ages and await your daily presence so I may decide what age i will be
When i express my love for you.
For everyday I do embody this very sentiment as it is part of my daily affirmation
Today I watch you,
MY hands under chin,
My eyes aglaze
I am a child in love
Dazzled as you remove your dress
Stretch your terrible wings,
My heart leaps into my throat
I am afraid
I AM paralyzed
Fear and Wonder
Until your eyes fall upon me
And my heart
does
freeze
And you wax a smile
And my heart does blaze
And I awaken in a path of flowers and grass underneath your window
And I know that you have gone again.

