Good and Evil

Good and Evil

To whom I write this for

To you who stands silently, at the door of good and evil

Terrified of what stands behind

Afraid of those strange, unknown states of mind

The dark, snarling beasts of the kind that stand as shadowy silhouettes

Waiting for a feast in the darkness, frozen in the vastness, the vast empty space

That pools up around our feet, ankles, knees, up to our bodies and around our faces,

The sheer shock of drowning in a cold sea of uncertainty

How high does goodness lie? How far above does it reside falling through the cracks like

Honey when sought and reached for, the light spilling through the floor, flooding the room

With the suns sensory ocean, evicting the shadows and the gloom, the mundane and the doom

An angel walking aloft a black lagoon, mouthing quiet words that sparkle in the air that then fall Like dust on the nights reflection

My obsessions with good and evil, the opposites that drive people leads me to a dark castle

Where unhappiness and delusions dwell, where a mantle stands and walls of masks tremble

Out on the stairs stands a lonely shadow that lurks revealing a black heart that beats and screams in the night, in the upper room lurks a form of me, a half man, heavy hearted beast

That looks at me in all ferocity and wants love, only love, so I gaze through the mirror into a Parallel world and find love for myself and for all the pain of being of being

For all the cursed, conquered lands and accursed hands of banished paradise

Reaching from abyssal height, spite and emptiness

Emptying the contents onto my consciousness, leaving me shaking like the flames in the burning bushes outside, for all the troubled, terrified souls, that are left wanting in woe and lacking lo...

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We drown In on the vast sea of energy, knowledge and interesting descriptions of the unimaginable

The dreams of lunatics, jabbering away in their sleep, to the melody of many a character from the Deep, whose tears go by and whose body turns dry in the sunlight

The white spangled light, dancing in the summer wine, of the kind of deep dark passions that flow

Fine and in a jar by the window, lay the cherubic moon, the big moons face

Radiating back both devotion and space, all that glows and waits every so often hiding behind a Dark shroud of cloud

It gets bigger and bigger over the castle, until it is illuminated and the spike becomes like a diamond On top and all that is known is unknown, all that is up is down and love and hate are fucking in the Bushes to the sound of machines humming on the ground

As the moon passes over leaving complete darkness.