Tainted Birth

Incest!
These words of mine are born from
Incest!

Regret: O sister I know no lips sweeter than thee

Confusion: Darling brother, come make me feel free

Is necessity a luxury or is luxury a necessity? Blessed is he that can live without both; the hunger for necessity and the lust for luxury drives into enslavement.Slaves to be sacrificied on the blue altar engraved with designs of our failures, failures that twist like a snake without end.But then again we are human.We are human! That is our only fault.If God created us in His image then He must be suffering indeed, perhaps that would explain His love of black humor.

Regret: O sister your thighs are as smooth as the ocean

Confusion: Darling brother, come bring your tongue into motion

To fear is to love, to love is to fear.No one can live without either.Even if one is to lock himself up in one room for thirty years, they will both creep in: through the infected crevices, through the blackened ventilation and they will crawl, shimmer and shine up into your worn shoes.They will turn your solitary dreams into communal nightmares.But there must be some will, a Will To Solitude, somewhere which can make us resist there intrusions.And if this Will lurks in swamps infested with sixty-feet alligators and reptiles that spit malaria, I will find it!

My dreams were born
From a menage a trois of
Incest!

Hope: Sweet children, let me show you pleasure

Regret: Great mother, give us your smooth leisure

Confusion: O loved ones, tonight joy knows no measure

To live is to dream, to dream is to live.But what a shallow life dreamers live.Dreams are a wonderful refuge,but their walls crumble and fall at the first touch of autumn rain.We must not wait for the messiah to come and save our lives, for what if he never comes, who will save our lives then? Dreams are much the same as love: they are beautiful and pure but one must not build his life around them for they are much too fragile.

My dreams are a meddley of lovely faces and terraced valleys.Walking hand in hand, with tones of black and brown, down streets wet with neon dew, kisses under rainbows that lead to the party of the stars, swimming between lit darkness and emerging to gaze into dark light.Then there are fields: fields of celebrated corn, corn that gives life, a life which I shall tango with,under a moon drunk on celestial ale, whom I will salute as I lie down on a cobbled street, waiting for an even better day to begin! Ah dreams, never leave me, but never haunt me.