MY time

Is life a Question?
a belief or a lie
Or simply a travesty
when in reality
the time ticks on
When only
I must kill to live!
life transferring to mine,
taking in and integrating
the potential of the moment,
The egg
birthing each concept
Frying each morning
as the dawn brakes this dream
of a simple life
without death,
dying.

Its murder it tell you !
just continue eating,
must keep going!
Have you ever tasted Flesh?
the plentiful radish
Dripping with blood beet red
So sweet it calls out in Joyful agony
willing to die to keep life going
transfer of power
this death to becoming
the cyclic experience
of life in tow
rot imploding
death is a spawn point
the platform
the fountain &
The nutrients so
drink its flavor
& life moves forward
ALL MUST DIE SO THAT ALL MAY LIVE

there’s magick here in this blood
just let it flow through you
Eat your pleasure plant or meat
its still
Flesh
blooming in tune
the mushroom brings
in both new worlds
as its favorite meal is nothing but
the dying
the decomposition
to daily resurrection
maggot implosion
the blood drips from
source to source
on & on
lighting the flame
to burn the furnace
this train on full speed
to everlasting life
fueled by the dying
tragic, yet what a
beauty to behold
in loving favor
& majestic awe
the law of samsara
requires death in
order for birth
and the continual
drip form source to source
life feeding on life
till the bleeding stops
and we’ll all rejoice
in the doom following
the death of a goddess
that spawns our existence
and gives us our daily bread
praise be to the god-slayer
the initial beheading
when the name of the game
is to become worthy as the
goddess in sacrifice
to bring new life
in continual excess
without this ability
to die
no one is actually alive

CAN YOU SEE?
death is our only
birthright
our greatest gift is
dying
the chance to move on
become something new
experience something more
ignorance is only bliss
when you haven’t yet opened the door
the key is here!
the gate unsealed
prayers to Lucifer
the bearer of the light
bless us now
with bliss untold
as it follows through
into me & you
we’ll dine tonight on
deaths flavor
in tune with life,
this spirit in kind
the Dance is calling

The map is bliss, now
follow through into
beauty Beyond
like no show ever before. . . .