RIVERS OF THE NEW FOREST


Off the coast of nevermore,

Black clouds gather, rumble and soar

thru cities of sin that now crumble and roar,

to a nest of angry faces where blasphemy chases

the frightening hidden places of the Amerikkan shore.

Oh, Sweet song of disaster,

let's ride the currents of the new blood, chasing silent
masters

Searching the halls for Freedom in the House of
Decadence,

we’ve found the vacant soul of god and its shallow myth of
legends....

Rivers of the thick forest, glisten and guide

my emerald scales of the serpentine mind

...lost again in soothing pools of the electric vision parade...

...our newest messiah has left us to die,

"my skin is shedding", the shaman replies

faint, green house of worship,

~ paint chips peel from it's side....

~Love Child

© 1997

THE VEINS OF LIFE


beginning,

the god of war paces the blood soaked marble floor ...

fire erupts along both sides of her throne ...

agony smothers her throbbing, aching heart

as her lips begin to tremble in silent sadness ..

she looks to the heavens with tearing, butterfly eyes and
plucks out the daggers from her blackened soul

slowly,

her mind begins to climb and rejoins the running rivers of
the veins of life ...

... kneeling in thought

she begins to pray ...

.

thunder rumbles in the distance ...

the sky swarms with ominous clouds, rain, lightning

thick layers of methane drown the pouting gases of the
atmosphere...

(electrochemical stimuli)

the stars begin to shift and fall witness to the
magnificence of a lunar eclipse

and darkness falls on the face of the love starved planet
below ...

.

the insects rise from their slumber

and begin to crawl along the misty surface of the new
awakening world ...

they feast on the forgotten corpses of the titans from which
they were spawned

reinventing themselves in new manipulation, they plant the
seed of the New Breed

and cry out for freedom as
o n e

.

smiling ...

the goddess bows ...

.

... and weeps

.

~Love Child

© 1997

DEATH BELOVED

beauty or blasphemy
which is the way?
to fall into the kingdom
or watch your soul decay?

the choice is yours

to love or die
to feel the madness
or choose to defy

the Death you made in a feeble attempt
to burn out quick in a blaze of contempt
but soon you find
in your defeated stated of mind
that the voices in your head
are of the inbred deity kind
they pray and dance
and laugh and cry
and sing their songs
to the melting sky

for, Death is not an end ..
Oh no!
it is Life that is the hallucinogen
the temptation of matter
trapping us within
the imperial organic brain farm
of a Capitalistic god of unknown origins.

so here we sit in a darkened place
chanting the names of the gods we chase
candles burn with a whisper of light
softly cocooning us
within the fading night

and then you appeared ...
from the icy caverns of
the Palace of Fear ...
chills rise up
and dance about my spine
eating the nucleus
of Zeus' fading mind

and so we must go
and voyage to a new Beginning ..

thank you my friend,
dear, sweet beloved Death ..

your covert servants are Winning...

~Love Child

© 1997