ten years + old
My muse, shaken vigorously,
slowly dragged over the rocks-
curdled blood injected
into the lifeless, empty, creative vein~
This well's run dry
The old fix;
a standard of "poetic" living
To forget,
Is to be cleansed
Is to see things afresh
Is to know
that at times
when one feels alone
in their need
does one feel compelled
with anger toward self
enough to create
at any cost
Forgo what's right
Forgo good health
in order to find
freedom from self.
The Great Release!
The hunter
The taste for Blood
and the Hunt
Bow before me,
this is my game,
I'll do the killing here
A beautiful foal
solid almond eyes
longing for life
helpless in this
its hour of departure...
Surrender now
to all that is profitable in the business of spirit
Create at all cost
My muse, shaken vigorously,
slowly dragged over the rocks-
curdled blood injected
into the lifeless, empty, creative vein~
This well's run dry
The old fix;
a standard of "poetic" living
To forget,
Is to be cleansed
Is to see things afresh
Is to know
that at times
when one feels alone
in their need
does one feel compelled
with anger toward self
enough to create
at any cost
Forgo what's right
Forgo good health
in order to find
freedom from self.
The Great Release!
The hunter
The taste for Blood
and the Hunt
Bow before me,
this is my game,
I'll do the killing here
A beautiful foal
solid almond eyes
longing for life
helpless in this
its hour of departure...
Surrender now
to all that is profitable in the business of spirit
Create at all cost