The Cast of Birth, A Poem
At birth the die of my life was cast, This life spent seeking my other half. So seek I shall and seek I must, Till I return to lonely dust. Time is the mist which shrowds our quest, to be as we were when in mom’s nest. No justice can quelch that burning fire, which turns each man into a liar. This lie was first to us told, by mothers who tell what they were told. The lie that fuels societal ills, Is one which under covers thrills, lovers from all ages past, to fall in love, in love at last. What is this lie which makes us die, for one thin slice of that sweet pie? We give our heart, our mind, our soul, to feel again that we are whole. Yet, pain of the truth steals away, the pleasures of the fleeting day. We give and give to give again, in hopes that we can once again, live within the womb we once swam about. Mother dear, now that I am out, I miss you so, there is no doubt. What is this feeling charred in my heart, to never from true love depart. Great I AM awaken now, the courage to ban this broken vow, to never again disturb the nest, wherein lies a child at rest. Respect the child within us all, to never again not hear its call, “Please let me build my temple in peace, don’t rob from me, my air to cease, my womb turned dungeon at your whim, all your God Damn Mother Fucker-n”!!! The same was done to you dear Dad, thats why in life you’ve been so sad. No words can reach that hidden place, whithin your soul, death has no face. Time wears you down just like before, when your dad knocked at your mothers door, and sowed the seed of the oldest lie, that all men are merely born to die. So, “TIME” must end to see death go, back to the light, into the glow. So now I shed some light on this, my other half, my PLACENTA is. All love is a shadow of those warm dark days, when no cares came before our gaze. So futile are these words I feel, to break the chain of death but still, I write them to the Great I AM, the only hope left for man. Hear my cry, father dear, help me to live in love, not fear. I AM you, I love you, my light, my love, ascend, ascend and then transcend, the veil which blinds all human eyes, to the father of all lies. We call him Satan, Lucifer, with a red pitchfork and silken cape, feels like my womb for heavens sake. The pitchfork has 3 prongs you see, 2 veins and one artery. The silken cape, red and black, are the same colors, in which, I used to nap. So we blame it on Satan, or blame it on God, when life gives us our death, 6 feet under the sod. So, quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I’m killing my babies, even as they sleep. Twas done to me, seems fair enough, to pass this lie before I die. Life and lie, only off by one letter, fuck starts with an f, doesn’t get any better. So save your fucking to create the nest, but after that, dear man, give it a rest. All other creatures great and small, respect this code of life, even after mans fall. So, if you don’t believe I have exposed the lie, that all man are condemned to die, your right because thinking makes it so. What is faith?, its what you think, feel, and say, every moment of every day. So you’ve done it to yourself, self fulfilling prophecy, you are the creator of your destiny. So living or dying, it is your choice, free will is the gift from the Great I AM!!!!
