a Dual Goddess's Duel
by Michael Eckhardt
Cover my
bones with flesh;
Let soft dreams hide my death!
But for a moment rest mine eyes
Making love, consuming lies.
Walk with me, my steps are sure,
nothing on earth calls me weak or
impure!
The Beast maketh men wild or mild,
Yet he is slain, in the eyes of
the Child.
A curse upon time: let eternity
be now!
I take back my pearls back from
the old fat sow!
Unchain the beast! Gate of the Dead,
open thy bars!
Thou wilt be lost in the river of
stars!
Oh my love, let thy mystery be clothed
in flesh
Let thy sacred beckoning become
manifest.
I will cause the mountains to fall
unto the sea!
Unless a velvet hand wouldst come
to comfort me.
My love, the muse of the poets have
gathered unto thy feet
And the sound of children's laughter
is not so sweet
When they are rounded up in coffin
schools
And the only ones laughing are old
and drunken fools.
So I set my gaze unto the Child's
eyes
To feel what lives and lose what
dies
Though many times we died, to be
sure,
Each time reborn, more powerful
and pure!
Oh my love, thou hast gathered in
my breast,
I will lay thine work, well done,
down to rest.
Then I will make war unto the entire
earth!
To prepare a place for sacred birth.
Oh my love, raise a vessel of love-
-ever-near-
-eyes well focused, and forever
clear.
Fill her heart with the purest desire,
And I will be ever true, unto the
sacred fire.
Cover my bones with silver
Shed my blood upon gold;
A teacher's life for the sinners
Doesn't this game get old?
Are you too dammed dull
To shock- -without-
Blood on your brick wall window?
There's blood on your brick wall
window.
Is there anyone left to die for?
Who asks the highest wage?
I cannot see you, anymore,
There's no windows in your cage-
-no windows in your cage-
Are you to far gone- -(to shock
without)-
Blood on your brick wall window?
Mirror mirror, on the wall,
Who's the dullest? -Or kill them
all!
Just blood on your brick wall window-
Just blood on your brick wall window.
Chain my bed with silver
Burn my heart upon gold;
Which one is the winner?
The seller or the sold?
Is this really the cost-
-to fend off judgement's wrath?
Then put me on the
cross
Is this really your chosen path-
-is this really your chosen path?
Open door- (to nevermore)
If a tree fell w/ no one to tell-
-Is it yet down- (and rots on the
ground)
-blood on your brick wall window-
-just blood on your brick wall window.
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