Thursday, June 11, 2009
flamin denizens
I glided down from heavens above, "What is that!' she cried". Like the winds through the finest of trees so are my memories of thee. I sat with her naked besides roots bursting from Mother Earth, an oak tree skin message , a dark romantic merit of sacred desire. Electric flash between two points and that was that. It began. A flurry and surging burst of true spiritual LUST. Upon the breakable crystal air a riot of colour spun her on to the path of Vermillion.
The next age began
"my bEloved , you are the altar on which the sacrifice must occur" she whispered. A fierce fiery eyed servant boy with dragon blood cheeks turned to his dazzling angel, a smile for her shone like the sun. " Anything for my true Love tonight" Anything for the heroic zeitgeist he wished to claim for his darkest dears. " Be My butcher, my Love , rampage tear and rush unrestrained so that the filthy earth may see red, day and fucking night"
Horizon sky lit by reflected red of bloodied earth. Screams for the love denied. She screamed
" Cataclysm our starting point, annihilation our revelation!!!" OH my LOve I am eternal of you. We ate depressive sorrow together in the half light of the full moon. They sat across the altar, intersection of myth and history.
He looked into her knowing eyes and fell into the black hole. It did not seem right at the time but the war had begun.
He read it in the papers the day before, while he was waiting in depressive posture for those god awful late buses . " Fuck!!" he screamed out loud. Everyone turned. He swung around at all the dumb office clerks staring " The buses you know, Im not mad ya know" A smart ass somebody said " You could have fooled me". And he was exactly right For tonight ya know He could have fooled anybody tonight and every night his true identity the maddest wildest joker trickster jackal and wolf he like did become.
It was all for the good of the neighbourhood. They all knew that. but as ususal they just took him for granted and swam away down the nearest river they could find. He waited for the lovely women to turn up but most nights well lets be honest all nights this did not arise.
He stopped one fellow in the street who told him to shove off. He said ""what Shove off. We are not in london, you know." "oh Yes we bloody well are." He looked around and to his surprising shock and all he bloody well was.
Oh and then he looked up in the black sky and she was staring in anger at him ...... and then the doorbell rang. But for whom , my lusty dark friends and fiends for whom? Oh oh oh ........ who?
The next age began
"my bEloved , you are the altar on which the sacrifice must occur" she whispered. A fierce fiery eyed servant boy with dragon blood cheeks turned to his dazzling angel, a smile for her shone like the sun. " Anything for my true Love tonight" Anything for the heroic zeitgeist he wished to claim for his darkest dears. " Be My butcher, my Love , rampage tear and rush unrestrained so that the filthy earth may see red, day and fucking night"
Horizon sky lit by reflected red of bloodied earth. Screams for the love denied. She screamed
" Cataclysm our starting point, annihilation our revelation!!!" OH my LOve I am eternal of you. We ate depressive sorrow together in the half light of the full moon. They sat across the altar, intersection of myth and history.
He looked into her knowing eyes and fell into the black hole. It did not seem right at the time but the war had begun.
He read it in the papers the day before, while he was waiting in depressive posture for those god awful late buses . " Fuck!!" he screamed out loud. Everyone turned. He swung around at all the dumb office clerks staring " The buses you know, Im not mad ya know" A smart ass somebody said " You could have fooled me". And he was exactly right For tonight ya know He could have fooled anybody tonight and every night his true identity the maddest wildest joker trickster jackal and wolf he like did become.
It was all for the good of the neighbourhood. They all knew that. but as ususal they just took him for granted and swam away down the nearest river they could find. He waited for the lovely women to turn up but most nights well lets be honest all nights this did not arise.
He stopped one fellow in the street who told him to shove off. He said ""what Shove off. We are not in london, you know." "oh Yes we bloody well are." He looked around and to his surprising shock and all he bloody well was.
Oh and then he looked up in the black sky and she was staring in anger at him ...... and then the doorbell rang. But for whom , my lusty dark friends and fiends for whom? Oh oh oh ........ who?
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