A stapled man on a cross is not the Son.
The Goodness of Light be the Anointed.
A pentagram is not evil.
The fear of it is evil.
A man in clouds is not God.
Sense perception be thy Epoch.
A baphomet is not the Devil.
The terror of an image be thy Archon.
Pretentiousness and spite,
Humility and altruism.
Synonymous in all of Us.
The Last shall be First,
The lowest the Highest.
From decent, ascension.
From darkest to brightest.
I spent a year in torment and another in limbo.
Between bottles of scotch and an earful of bimbos.
I had sworn off sentiments and living for others.
Woe’d the stain of women, including my mothers.
But something had come and graced the inner light.
To live and die for my beloved man’s celestial right.
Then out of the ashes my heart is reignited.
A personage like myself has been sighted.
Despite her beauty and our emotional volatility,
perhaps a time to explore untapped tranquility.
Whatever to come, let us seek to embetter ourselves-
and place our bitter pasts on these dusty shelves.
Together we strive for a better world to live in.
So let us go forth; but not without what’s within.
Wakened and stirred by scents and sounds;
Mémoires of nocturnal scenes come with platters of sentiments,
Lucid Interactions, and divine apparitions .
Some say they don’t dream; Truly, they do.
One simply ceases to dwell upon them when waking.
Perhaps imagination left them, from the gloom and dregs of society.
Choose not to overlook one of life’s greater mysteries;
Open thy eye of terra firma,
Latch it to the ethereal and forever see.
Do not run from- but to that which seeks you.