All Paths

all is Life, as all is Death
shadow & light
spotlight on Illusion

the mask of marble
once so perfectly flawless
now cracks & crumbles with the hours & dust
poor shrivelled little corpse of man
so sad & solemn in decay
breaks into the smile
of a silly, laughing god

two-faced Janus of the ancient creed
leads the way into fearsome Kali's womb
a cavern of molten ice
from the ceiling drips jagged, crystal teeth,
the floor sprouts grasping claws
eternal hunger's restless sleep
everyone is born to feast
with a mandate to be devoured
the same old story
compliments of Zeus

can you find

your way out

the banquet is free if you have the price
join the mummer's dance
none are forbidden, none can leave

at your singular ending
nothing is really left to chance

come join the dance

then uncover the mat
strewn with flowers & food & lust
a sleepy Dionysos shakes his virile curls
satisfied
suckling at his lover's breast
and the women, always eager to be fulfilled
gaze upon the god in a fertile frenzy of delight
they conquer his manly love
marvelous molestation
before tearing him into
a million aeons

meanwhile the archon's celestial orchestra
plays thru the constantly contrasting
the strobe forever day & night
not a single particle of light
lost
hurtling into
the
all-embracing
question
the oblivion of secret beginnings

we are born to know the dance
the heart beats its undulating rhythm
replication of soulful harmony
dance with me my tempting love
the cannibal polka/the victim's waltz
touch me my wayward melody
either forgive or forget
the temporal tune
the roundel of this hated
recurrence

sullenly & opposed to nature
christians intrude into the scene
their particular doleful dance upon
the cross of paradox
the gospel of conformity
their much lamented
yesterdays

it made no difference to Jehovah
he slew himself
anyway

st. john & his beloved cross
role-modeled after narcissus
and st. theresa, her stigmata
merely an expression for the heart
with open legs, like wings,
spread wide for
the
Sun

so the christians they too
joined the dance,
cavorting up the mound
of
skulls

&

holy roman imperatives

testaments of pain

crucifixion of dreams

thorny sepulchers

malignant momentoes

of

crushed

hopes

the final act

for an opening scene

now comes the cursed

holy perverted & worse

the Crowned Prince Beast of Amaleth

the demon saint humping the backside of

Babylon

claiming descent from

the ancient enemy of man

webs of wisdom wrapped in spittle

their swelling droplets of drool
showing to all just how far

the human ego

& intellect alone

can go

even boundaries torn apart

can reform into another

prison cell

a moroganic road to

hell

far from the dream of power
beyond the devil’s mandate in defense of guilt
waits that silly, laughing god
hibernating in every one
silently sleeping, humorously humming
that forgotten melody
his will turns the key
to the mystic music box
so the dance can start
all
over
again

and so Life is as it seems,
shadow & light,

spotlight on illusion

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