don't
feed me your greed
don't
need me to be inside
...
L eaning towards my
E go is not recommended
N ever is if sanity is to prevail
N ot that I have ever embraced sanity myself
...
Headless chickens
dressed in pink
challenge the dishes
in the kitchen sink
...
The fumes entwined
and danced their way
into my dulled nostrils
their aroma brought
...
Always loved writing, especially with the thoughts that pop into my head! Often wondered where these thoughts come - is there an infinite production line which sends them out into the Vastness of All That Is, and we attract those thoughts which have a connection with us? Also had great times as a performing poet, had some surreal times when on stage! I never limit myself to a particular subject, I like to roam the A-Z of Life Unfolding!)
Spilt Blood Beckons The Misunderstood.
don't
feed me your greed
don't
need me to be inside
here is where you deceive me
here is not the promised land
where is my place to be free
at what point can I claim
this to be my authentic journey
my spilled blood and my dance
have always been misunderstood
tell me how can they preach and cook
the same unchanging corrupted
and mutilated message
how do they get away with such nonsense
I am looking
at a winged celestial being
I am feeling a vision of torture
I am being led
to be fed to the dead
preacher man
he cuts open my soul
he wants to taste my selfish bread
wants to baptize my unseeing eyes
wants to see me in a bottomless pit
preacher man wants my blood on his hands
wants me to be his second coming
coming man
my seed has within it
the sacred tree of life
flesh cutting deep
into the never world
soul sees beyond
this twisted world
as I end it all with the golden knife
(c) 2008/14 Lenny Gazbowski