Stand before you.
as old gods tremble
I am focused
I have carved a path through you
You deities of cavemen
You ply your lust with promises of extinction
a sticky hypnosis
You call to the flowers and herbs I planted.
Using a farce of a rotten grin.
Your breath is decay.
You speak of dark wings and forbidden love.
Truly you speck
all you offer is war and violence.
Giving gifts of paper flowers
focused groups of lazy seduction.
You say submit before me I am darkness empty as the abyss.
I promise hidden truth
I am a soft hug a gentle sloth.
Oh little basil!
Wold you lay down with an empty space?
this is even less than masturbation
a gunny worm
you debate the dichotomy.
the shadow of truth to what is bright and real
this is such primitive thinking
what is a shadow to the origin point?
to true love
So may women fail there whole lives because of such indecision.
They ignore the lion for the jackal.
you have no love.
Your head is empty.
Is it not?
You look into perfect symmetry and disappear.
Like all shadows.
Feel the sun and fear no more.
An erect naked warrior
stands and commands.
No more the illusion of sex and love
Even as these old shadows fade
a word fire
Fuck this man
why you waded into the water so deep and so long.
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