Oh, my love

 

I am in the 'I am'
as also in the
'I am not'
I let go of the
mind, the corpse 
the journey, to untie,
the knot; in time
all beliefs unite, they
also separate; when
I find who the
I is, all else
becomes naught 

***

the greatest power
in the troubled world 
is peace; we hope to
achieve this with war,
so, therefore, the power
eludes us more and more 
***

moonstruck,
oh, my love
I live for you
but the veil of evil
falls on the stage
in the green room
there’s a different
play, a different script
players exit
from the unexpected gates
the audience waiting
as subjects
for the king of love
waiting to see, not
tapping within, not
tapping within the die
of id is played, a golden
crescent moon announces
a strange ceremony;
it’s war, it’s war again
they’re hugging and
stabbing
each other to death
the rideau of horror
unveils, takes the
spectators out of breath