Onirem2000
01-25-2009, 06:09 AM
Scurrying to and fro I highlighted everything with the tenderness of naivety. Today will be my silly parade where man’s feigned masquerades banter and flutter away. Murmur the word, untangle the knots, soften the speech. Blessed are the meek, said Christ, for they shall possess the land. Like a fool parading the slums offering sanctifying grace, I transfigured the dull world’s squalid lie into child’s play for I saw with wild wonder. I thought I was like an eagle ascending into the muses, into the eternity where the artist eyes are blind to the sleaziness of life. Today Yahweh and I will walk with merry gates.
At the navel I sat, opening my eyes, the world coming into sight. What a good boy I am, how wonderful are my creations, how majestic am I. So I bade all those upon my eye to listen to my sermons, and as I spoke, I watched myself propagate my fabrications. ‘Well I think you are brilliant.’ All the greats had lofty tongues, but I’ll be crafty vying for merit. Everyone knows I have something to say about everything. Who is to say I do not know about life? I am the voice of reason. I can be just like all the other blathering voices, never realizing they are just historical manifestations. I lived the lie, rambling on, thinking myself high and mighty like Joyce.
A long haired man with the face of a baby called to me, ‘Samael, Samael, I have seen your kind time and time again, sparkling with pride in your eyes.’ Who are you to be questioning me? Who are you to argue? If you have ears to hear, let hear I called looking down. The fall was imminent. The blasphemy spewed from my mouth, and as I awakened from my stupor, I had locked eyes with a man I thought a child. He spoke with pride. A man experienced in life, his words were fertile like the soil of the earth . And as he approached I was terrified, but when he swept over my wings I was in blissful silence. I envisioned all the others like I come and go, weathered and distraught until their final day, thinking their words would always reign supreme. Abased I sat on my stool and feigned a smile. Cynicism for life had blinded me from the infinite light of which I was nothing. I had been expecting the Kingdom of Heaven in my dreams, in my musings. All this time it had been upon my steps for all to see.
At the navel I sat, opening my eyes, the world coming into sight. What a good boy I am, how wonderful are my creations, how majestic am I. So I bade all those upon my eye to listen to my sermons, and as I spoke, I watched myself propagate my fabrications. ‘Well I think you are brilliant.’ All the greats had lofty tongues, but I’ll be crafty vying for merit. Everyone knows I have something to say about everything. Who is to say I do not know about life? I am the voice of reason. I can be just like all the other blathering voices, never realizing they are just historical manifestations. I lived the lie, rambling on, thinking myself high and mighty like Joyce.
A long haired man with the face of a baby called to me, ‘Samael, Samael, I have seen your kind time and time again, sparkling with pride in your eyes.’ Who are you to be questioning me? Who are you to argue? If you have ears to hear, let hear I called looking down. The fall was imminent. The blasphemy spewed from my mouth, and as I awakened from my stupor, I had locked eyes with a man I thought a child. He spoke with pride. A man experienced in life, his words were fertile like the soil of the earth . And as he approached I was terrified, but when he swept over my wings I was in blissful silence. I envisioned all the others like I come and go, weathered and distraught until their final day, thinking their words would always reign supreme. Abased I sat on my stool and feigned a smile. Cynicism for life had blinded me from the infinite light of which I was nothing. I had been expecting the Kingdom of Heaven in my dreams, in my musings. All this time it had been upon my steps for all to see.