Number Nine

Words from the silver tongue, a silky trap for ears and unwary travelers in the night. I know you’re up to something.

Take a stick and beat away the net. The leaves fall, and we wonder what specter waits in the nippy cold.

You sip your cigarette; I sip my pride. You want acceptance; I want answers. Is this really the disconnect?

To wonder what unconditional love is. I took bolt cutters and callously broke the chains. Chasing the rush, I continue to break my body.

Every time I grab the light, it vanishes on me. Damn you, will-o-wisp! Are you ever tangible? Am I just a cat hunting the red dot on the wall?

If anything was ever real, it’s the connection. I’m not alone in this room. The moon bathes me in serene solitude tonight, but I don’t think I’m alone.

Number Eight

I prick my fingers on the thorns
To ride the devil’s own luck.
I will destroy beauty with horns.

Revel in your own time’s values.
Everything’s ablaze, in quiet solitude.
It’s crashing down now, what a ruse.

A year late and short a grand.
Mirrors are erected to remind us:
Oh, how we burn Fairyland.

I’ll take you for a spin in incense,
But better be ready to dive.
They say I’m a bad influence.

Number Seven

There’s a plane of happiness where your mind can soar free, and you are everything you ever wanted to be. And it will never be enough.

 

We feed the monsters so we can fly with the unicorns. Well run fast, little pioneer, because when you see your rainbow, you will realize that it isn’t real.

 

That’s when we fall. The portal to your personal hell opens in that flash of failure. What demons will catch us in our sleep?

 

What sorcery is this that you use to stay one step ahead of the game? Thigh highs and macabre makeup to pierce the lust; a good book to pierce the night.

 

When you look at nothing, I hope you see your dreams. There’s a price, can you make that sacrifice? The crickets continue to chirp.

 

The devil stands over our sins, but who’s really counting anyway? So follow that rainbow and don’t get lost, little pioneer.

Number Six

I want to be the light in the darkness.
To paint a new obscenity on the wall.
To throw it on the ground.
To say I’m in control of the forces that pull me.
To wield magic over an innocent.

I want to be the illusions on the paranoid mind.
To savor in the sorrows.
To be the vision where there is none.
To say, “don’t abandon hope, not yet.”
To drag a clean doll through the mud.

I want to shine through a fog of doubt.
To create colours you’ve never heard of.
To be the feeling that no words describe.
To say I did my part in the war on love.
To create something real, to create someone.

I want to be the light in the darkness.

Number Five

We’re all evil by any standard if selfishness is evil. Just ask yourself, who was hurt more by your actions? Not to feel shame or guilt but to learn why it is you’re selfish in the first place.

What is power, really? Illusions of power are fun but ultimately, I notice the lie. We’re not really put here to manipulate and outwit each other, but we go on as we please.

What is the price of society? The forests are burning, ice is melting, and the water is dirty… But you got your cake, right? Is it enough? Did it turn to ash in your mouth when your friend got a better cake?

Stop fighting for causes that will ultimately engulf the only home we have. It’s time to clean up the house, humanity.

Do you need a timeout?

Number Four

Do you beg God for forgiveness? Maybe you should beg those you wronged for forgiveness.

That’s all anyone of us want, and frankly that’s all any of us deserve.

Do you own up to your failings and show humility? Maybe you should be proud of who you are and what you’re capable of.

Your inner power shines over all, and those who wish to shade you are simply in the way.

Do you have power over people? Maybe you should know that real respect comes from grit.

I saw today that I have the right allies, and all I did to achieve them was be real.

Did you get mad today and curse your so-called enemies? Maybe you should take a deep breathe and exhale the ego.

We’re not as alone as we think we are. Good fortune will always smile on those who see the silver lining.

Number Three

You’re never really alone are you? I mean, for all the fuss about loneliness? I look around and I see things that are just a collection of people. I think if I keep pulling this one thread that I might end up somewhere I have never been. And we just keep coming back to same comforts that addled us in the first place.

The tragedy is when you are worried about whether you’re alone or too exposed, you may just forget it was you who mattered through it all.

If a thought comes to you and you can sleep, it may be worth noting that another human being taught you the means to communicate that need to yourself. If you can’t sleep, it’s okay, I can’t either.

I love you though.

Number Two

How do you do that? You pluck all the right strings? How do you do that?

There has always been this entity there in your eyes. Is that emptiness or is it true understanding? How do you do that?

It’s strange when you see a creature before you who is a reflection of a myriad of decisions that neither of us have control over, but I saw myself in that moment. Every time I look into your soul, I see my equal. How do you do that?

I thought I was the best there never was, but there I am bested by… Me?

Are you really the devil in disguise? Well I’m sorry buddy, I ain’t got a soul left to sell. I told God that it’s in my back pocket, but fuck him anyway. Take what I have and I’ll kill you. But honest? I invite the challenge if only to sate the night. But the fact is I’m willing to share.

How do you do that? You pluck all the right strings? How do you do that?

I don’t hate myself in your light, but stab me in back; I might burn it all just to see what happens. It’s not that I have anything to lose or prove. It’s about raw humanism, and I think even the devil can get that.

I’m all out of sweet nothings to give. My teeth done rot. The truth is what I spit is gross, but I ain’t gonna sugar-coat it anymore. I don’t need a hug, I need my ass kicked, so I bet you do too. How do you do that?

I can still admit it’s all a game, and I’m up to something. How do you do that? You pluck all the right strings?

How do you do that?

Number One

Let’s not just explore the world. Let’s just take it.

Take it and redraw it in our image.

The world is broken; it’s our responsibility to influence the weak.

I don’t wanna watch it burn, unless I set the fire.

Maybe I’m a god of destruction, and I’m fine with that if I destroy the lies we’re told. I wanna hold the accountable accounted for.

Am I an agent of hell for wanting a little wrath on the betrayers?

I am the answers that bring the questions. I am pain in ecstasy. I am what I am.

I am Astaroth.