Onirem2000
02-13-2009, 05:09 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. 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. When I was a child, I understood as I child; but when I become a man, I’ll put away all childish things. The world is up high, remember, up high, far out in the heaven of ideas. A child flouts in walks, and movies, and all those silly trivial things about the TV. God spoke, and said, ‘Nick Hellenize it! So when you die, you can be with me, up high and mighty in the sky.’
So I bade all those upon my eye to listen to my sermons, and as I spoke, I realized why would anyone propagate such contempt for life. But I spoke on, and I saw jaded eyes, and I saw a man wishing he were no longer a boy. But I know best, I just am lacking in merit. 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. Never give up your pride, it’s all you got. Pride and sorrow will always be awaiting me tomorrow, and we’ll mingle until we close our eyes and await our yellow lives down below in blue abysmal skies.
I lived the lie, rambling on, thinking myself high and mighty like Joyce. If it ain’t right, just go on with the lie.
A long haired man with the face of a baby called to me, ‘Samael, Samael, I have seen your kind,
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 of the haughty boy. The blasphemy spewed from my mouth, remaining constant just for a short while.
I had locked eyes with a man I thought like a child. He said on his path he killed God. Without even a miserable goodbye. A man experienced in temporal 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… I killed Samael last night without a goodbye, and I awoke this morning a man with pride.
Like a fool parading the slums offering sanctifying grace, I transfigured the dull world’s squalid lie into child’s play. 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. When I was a child, I understood as I child; but when I become a man, I’ll put away all childish things. The world is up high, remember, up high, far out in the heaven of ideas. A child flouts in walks, and movies, and all those silly trivial things about the TV. God spoke, and said, ‘Nick Hellenize it! So when you die, you can be with me, up high and mighty in the sky.’
So I bade all those upon my eye to listen to my sermons, and as I spoke, I realized why would anyone propagate such contempt for life. But I spoke on, and I saw jaded eyes, and I saw a man wishing he were no longer a boy. But I know best, I just am lacking in merit. 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. Never give up your pride, it’s all you got. Pride and sorrow will always be awaiting me tomorrow, and we’ll mingle until we close our eyes and await our yellow lives down below in blue abysmal skies.
I lived the lie, rambling on, thinking myself high and mighty like Joyce. If it ain’t right, just go on with the lie.
A long haired man with the face of a baby called to me, ‘Samael, Samael, I have seen your kind,
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 of the haughty boy. The blasphemy spewed from my mouth, remaining constant just for a short while.
I had locked eyes with a man I thought like a child. He said on his path he killed God. Without even a miserable goodbye. A man experienced in temporal 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… I killed Samael last night without a goodbye, and I awoke this morning a man with pride.