Childe Roland to the dark tower came

Raising hell in jesus name

His first thought was

The truth is hard to swallow

If life is poem

Here I come

Here I came

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Feel the flow

And light the fire

These demons talk

With whom they do conspire

To give the world a god

Of fame

It does not tire

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I took one glance

At cloven hoof

And liquid walls

Respun the tale of woe

Before mine eyes

The darkness

I did see

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Karma chameleons

Sucked and soothed

The blood of saints

And sin

Sat throned

Aurora flying

To our aid

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Sweet Charity

Then I did see

By touch alone

Enblazed me flesh

She walked

And galaxies moaned

In beams my only light

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Necromantic songs

Of Innocence

And experience

Breathe in the crystaline water

Running down

The Mountain

From the Cave

Of Maerlyn

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One simple gesture

Of a cloud

Or a wing of grass

Flourishes the mind of madness

In a whimper and a sigh

Demonic wonders

In the letters of this hoary scribe

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The first fucking palaver

Echoed through my mind

Like ages come and gone

"We are all dancing

In patterns that make oceans move"

Said continental wind

To continental grind

Of Hips

And Lips

And totems out of Time

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I am you and we are three

The ritual of eternity

Whe’er film or verse or song or hearse

The body bleeds

And the rain beats

And hierotits

Massage the mystic loins

Of love and gentle song

Dreams of time and space

Machines of love and grace

In action

And in form

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He or She

For he was both

Betrothed this healing salve

To foot, she touched

And gained me much

To know I not alone

For feeling a cock

And seeing a cunt

Warmed me to the bone

What light in beams

Caressed what seems

Hermaphrodite’s home

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When I awoke

The spell had broke

Or day the wizard conjured

The lizard had no noise a made

When joy made haste

To inform me of the deeper gulfs

In which I lay

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Bones and feathers

Bones and feathers

The words that bind the beams

What lay in dark

What lay in light

The fuck beat virtue seems

When the body mine

My touch divine

I formed it out of dust

You speak, I see,

With tongues as long

As lust that matter mussed

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With trees unfurled

My darling curled

Unmasked, Unseen, Unmade

Sweet Mystery

Dear Charity

The daughter lust had made

Yet sun delights

In careful sprites

That play as long as fallow

Shadow fields of earthly lights

The lips she ploughed I hallow

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On all souls eve

I gave my leave

Of caves in crystal mothered

To fuck and kill

She had her fill

Her thighs my ears she covered

"you think" she said

Upon my head

"You breath the air of night

For ne’er have I a reason why

To stimulate with fright"

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The air in there, acidic

Bare

The taste of copper light

Thunders raged

And oceans boiled

In crystal

Filth’s delight

The din of sin

Of ocean fury

Bury us in flesh

The dream I saw

And now I die

We wave instead of breath

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What’s more I found

This shore of ground

Pleasing as in dream

My eyes you see

Made from sea cream

As breasts and ass as round

When what should appear

To my jugular gaze

From depths of pain and sadness

But the cries of ships of souls

That shit

Lightning

On the Wood of Madness

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I picked a Rose one day

To smell the Body of the World

I have never written to another Body

A poem to another than

The Body of this World

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A body that brings two Worlds together

Could Touch only the Mother of the World

And only Her voice could Touch me.

For touch and smell and sight are

But the music of the soul

For those that live inside

The World Snake

For I have yet to see the Soul

Whose Voice touched me

[At Dawn

Does the sun rise

Or do we?]
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Never have I met one

Whose voice could not be matched

By the sound of all the Bodies of the World

Though they live only in the cemetery of life

And not the Garden

The music of this poem

Competes with the Shadow of the Tree

Of Life and Knowledge
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For I am complete without this Shadow,

This other Body
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This is a jealous music I hear and speak

For who could touch me more

Than my grave and my womb?

And if I be touched by such

A Shadow as the Evening

Do I lose both?
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The Evening that walks

In moonlight in the day

The Shadow that hides beneath a noonday Sun

Your voice does compete

With the inspiration of a god

And the dark water beneath

Our moon

Does bring the breath of night to noon
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Our bodies speak a Tongue

That only Love can hear

The gods not here

Know not the feel of myth

Such feeling begs this life

To be taken from the earth

For I would have no other knowledge

But his Rose was picked by such as you

That I, like you,

May live and die each day

This Tree is Love

That our worlds always say

Our words to touch

Would sun and earth become

Forever

An unfinished poem
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For if Universal Love

Be like a Rose

Immortal in the Body of the Earth

One body with a voice as hers

Is the eternal death of God

And makes this poetic voice wonder

If Universal Love

Like our own bodies

Could be a mortal thing

Then is it not the greatest curse

Against the World

To make Love real?
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For there is one Rose that I have found

Though it stands in fields

Ne'er touched or seen

By any man or woman

That is a Tower built upon

The bones of every soul

Who has ever lived

And its life is the promise

And the poem that is

The Genesis of all faith
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It sucks and soothes

The blood of damned souls

And breathes for them the

Air of mystery divine

Called by each name

The silence of the grave

The name we give

Is story, myth, or even

Word of Body

Of God
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For we that sacrifice so much

Upon the slimy scales

Living day to day and

Year to year in psychedelic sweat

Though ecstasy of life and death

Be the only value of knowledge and sound

For what is in a name

But so much more

For we that hold it in

Our hearts

A never ending shower

To be locked as much

Inside the human heart

For God is love

Kept one from one apart

Lest we should have more than

The womb or tomb allot
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Dare not ask if there be

More than ecstasy to life

Or more than mortality to knowledge

Any more than ask

If love be real

For we, to be, are ever learning how to love.

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There would be no passion

Without immorality

There would be no soul

And, hence,

No beauty

And no rest

From the weary work

Of raising the shallow grave

Of memory, taste, smell and touch

To the level of myths

That belong to no man nor woman

Save himself

Save herself

Save bloody time

Which is the music gods create

And none but gods can hear

The sun rising

In a blade of grass

Or birdsong

We are married to the things we own

And we own almost more than we can bear

Save for eternal sleep

And the soft petals of forgetfulness

I am a cunt

I am a cock

I am a mother father fucker

Here me rise with centuries

Hear me rise with the dew from the sky

This body knows no end in time

Or space

For one creates the other

In the fire in my soul from your soul

In the water that fills the

Hollow of my magic vulva

For only in the grand illusion of death

And the liquidity of flesh

Does the desart of self

Live here and there

Now and then

The water does not recede

The land twinkles

And the wizard

Looks to fly form dusk to dawn

Such change

Such pressure

Such stillness

I would it were not so

And tyranny is grace.

finis

Dedicated to kurt cobain

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