Sitars, Serpents, & Swamis
I have been in the desert, and there I have seen God.
I have been sick, stricken with fever in the midst of the wilderness
serpents crawled unto me and healed me, cured from fever.
Her song was beautiful.
It's soft melodies gracefully set eternal harmonies
in her music, all was justified.
Time unimportant
The moon, The stars The sun
All shined momentously
At night, strange terrors
the dead arise, to be devoured once more
a neverending damnation.
A prophecy told, a revelation dear
This rapture real.
We're all fucked.
On judgement day, will you be lucky enough to have a jury?
black sins to no ends and red blood thick as rivers mud.
no contest
At midday, I see a dog, a blood hound I think, trotting amongst the cacti and rocks
The locals call it "Patty"
It is a sign of God, perhaps even a direct message, and to have seen it bodes good fortune.
Give me a river, rain a flood.
I demand nothing, but expect everything
dry dust will be wet dew.
And this is how it unfolded, how it will wil unfold.
A trumpet will sound, a call arisen from the peaks
the melting of you and me.
I have been in the desert, and there I have seen God.
I have been in the desert, and there I have seen God.
I have been in the desert, and there I have seen God.
I pulled up to the hotel in a rented 15 passenger van. The valet came around. "Nevermind that, I'll be in and out before you can call the polica." I threw a $50 bill at him. Room 627. A room with a view. Edmundo came to the door after the 2nd knock. He stood there, smoke hanging out of the corner his mouth, bathrobe barely tied, hair dishelveld, eyes bloodshot. "Well?" I handed him a worn leather suit case with travel stickers pasted all over the sides. "This is the last time I do anyone a favor, get me? Here, take this too." I handed him a box of choclates. Well actually it was just the box portion of a box of choclates. And it wasn't empty, I had placed a dead canary in it. "You're a sick son of a bitch Ed, and I don't understand why people like you are so hell bent on breaking my heart." He looked at me puzzled and muttered a curse in spanish. "What's that? I can't understand your dreadful tongue, or your peculiar ways. Bad habits die hard Ed, but bad people die alot easier. Anyways I'll see you in a few months. I need to go transcend something, so I'm heading to Tibet. Meet up with Lackey in Juarez, and pay the General my respects."