Just my own thoughts.

# 1

There is beauty in unconditional love.

There is beauty in the attitude of a humble spirit

whom in meekness stands in reverence of the light,

and from out of His nature shall flow the perfect art.

I abide and whisper sweet things into God's listening ear.

He sees me as a child playing with matches.

The smoke rings beneath my smuged eyes bertay me.

I ask Him if Elijah was a pyromaniac...

# 2

The night is fleeing and I must sleep.

The darkness beneath my hollow eyes reveal 42 thousand

sleepless night of chain smoking and pondering on secrets

that have been kept hidden before the earth became aware that

it was also being tormented by the very life that it supported.

A thought occurs to me that the earth and it's moon were shadows

beneath God's holy eyes, and that I was but a restless child,

in rags of light who had learned a hard lesson in love and was

still pissed off about it.

# 3

Cupid had not come to me in the cheap illusion of sweet faced fat,

winged babies wearing diapers and sporting dangerous weapons.

I had dis-armed them of their bows long ago.

I never wanted such guardians who would be so bold as to slip behind

my back and riddle me with darts...

I had learned love throughout the slow process of

invading hell and taking heaven, and flying out on the wings

of a prayer with love clinging to my back...

# 4

O my beloved you have washed clean my mind from the fear

of investigation through a bapitizim of light, and in doing so

you have allowed my spirit to float- not on the out streached

wings of a bird, but on the heights of deep love and thought.

My beloved is like into a sweet perfume of freedom; deep knowledge

of immorality and greatful air.

He is life... and He will not abandon me forever to be

an eternal outcast-a deathless convict, though the sweet tearful face

of boot-leg mercy founded by religion shall become livid with hate.