Goddess protect me from nothing
One love always adds more to itself
The servant is the master of masters
Guru is in the crystal moon crying
Buddha’s tear fell to earth and I became her
Lord hear my prayer even when I stop praying
The mother is the all and everything of this mess
Hail the mother light and hold the mother dark closest…
because midnight is coming to count heads soon…
in flesh I made these bones my home. In time I made this space eternal. A broken clock hangs from this wall, like I, who scream “Where have you gone?!” I hang from this cross limp and yet seductive. Time and space where my mother weeps and yet cannot hold my hand, all we ever came for was the sight and taste of her dripping breast, to touch her skin, to hear her breathing in our ear- It makes no sense, the sense of her…the tomb of wedding vows we endure, the honeycomb of alliance between the line and the drop. You still don’t get it do you? You aren’t escaping, walking, reacting, creating…you aren’t doing anything but hanging and watching your thoughts dry hump you while the blood slowly drains from your flesh, leaving only your bones echoing….you used to be here like a leach sucking its own blood. The earth drains into the sound hole, the echo gets filled with your soul. Then you blame it on me. Some sort of security or insult- I am a rock always falling from the edge of the cliff, my existence smashing your plans for a brighter future. Why are you so stupid? Is it because mommy and daddy weren’t very smart? I guess that’s it, we can’t move beyond our creator-and that’s as scary as hell. Daddy wasn’t a genius and mommy wasn’t a brilliant flash of anything but bad dinners and whining. Somewhere stuck in time and beating our brains into bacon…I won’t be waiting in squalor, I’ll be sitting on death holding him still. I’ll be blowing my breath into her eyes. Black hole Sun. Only in.
And nobody matters but me and how I match the face I’ve made….the fires I light, the death I catch. It isn’t a mistake, not an accident waiting to happen. It is a glory beyond bridges that burn. It is a corpse beyond movement that hinges. It is a pain beyond bliss that consumes. It is a shock beyond stillness. It is a heart with no thump. You won’t beat me because I’m beaten daily. I’m a hot and aching wishbone of thrusting- mounted like a mountain range with a sun and moon strung through me constantly trading places. It’s all a big thankful bang from both sides and
still this fire never dies…but hisses the sound of two snakes listlessly and eternally being wrapped into one…peace and quiet isn’t possible, only getting spanked and buried and pierced and poked and smothered and strangled until you burst into HER SPIRALING FLAMES
then you’ll know whose who…
It is even said that the great mystic Rumi summed up his life with these final words of enlightened wisdom,
“I burnt, and burnt, and burnt.”
Hahaha! See what I mean?
give me someone to burn…
It’s never the end of the climax…
so rock me more love socket.