From the Ridge Paradise (the view of the evening meal)

And as I sat there
the stars began to streak
and the kittens played.

Cozy on this divan
pulled away from my kind
I smiled at how they play.

Then the frightening laughter
and to some unknown distance
across some unseen gap
the hyenas gathered
to take their choice
of the frightened and lame
for this is the command of chains.

And there so sweet
the bride does breed
dancing on the linga
and when overturned
sighing relief
in knowledge of the concieved.

Then the trampling began
the revenge of the thieves of innocence
the ass so strong came to defend
with a soma mana upon
and the gradual awakening.

Does he who works out the will
what he says all creation believes
down in the rocking sea
he believes
where no one else did
or would or could
but the need was like
a maiden in heat.

Now still.
Clear cut.
Smoothed out.
Baby!
but
sentiment of sponge
eddies dissapate
they are a scrappy bunch.

Picked up the bones
of the desolate ones
drilled holes in the hyenas teeth
music began to breathe...

THERE BE WAR HERE!

each according to its kind
the dirge of death did weep
and on rocks the fish I gnashed
and arrows formed
and shot five ways
like tools I formed
and the runes I quilled
feather beads
conquering my enemies.

To the prarie we were called
to look upon what was
with the intention of soul.

And in this cozy place
I did not want to see
like some baptizing dream
the making of locusts hereafter
down in ths energy that
that pulls like tides
that I was incomplete
so I looked to someone else
and gave this dream to him
for the terror I felt
only he could wear.

Barefoot and agile
power and infantile
one over all: Soma Mana.

For born into paradise
they sacked my family
to fill their belly
so my vengeance upon the seat
I sat was harsh
I did not want to see
but I beheld it anyway.

Like punctuation
at the end of a sentence
I voiced at that moment
to take my revenge
and a fire spread
because over it I found mastery.

And there I hid my head
and I became the strongest
and wizest of them all.

And I in each generation
I shepard the nations
King of Kings  &
Lord of Lords
for with these coals
on the thigh I sear
written in the stars
the vengeance of the most high...

until every spirit
of every slaughtered child
is home
I will embrace that jopas once more.