Writing

And Gods Must Fall

Written on a particularly warm morning

We are all manifestations of “God” – not in the visage of a deity, shepherd or vengeful specter. Rather, “God,” in this sense of the word, is the force which creates, and therefore, destroys. We all come from this “God” – an energy, a power that forged us into existence.

Therefore, we are also “Gods.”

We create art. We create music. We create poetry.

But we also destroy buildings.

Nations.

People.

Humans are walking “Gods” who rule over our respective corners of the world.

Yet what is a God with no followers?

We are not “Gods” in that sense of the word, yet we are granted a portion of its abilities.

To create.

And to destroy.

What if I proposed that we, as walking “Gods,” could pass down traits? You should not be confused: genes.

As humans, we pass down eye color – hair and skin type.

We also pass down disease.

What if this “disease” was not a physical ailment? What if this disease was something of a metaphysical sort? What if this disease was, in fact, reincarnation?

You read that right.

Survival of the fittest? The fastest sperm gets the egg? What if the child created, partially yet equally determined by both men (who dispense the souls) and women (who decide whether that soul is worthy), is not a gift, but a soul whose punishment is to live again?

An endless cycle of suffering in repentance for past transgressions.

Perhaps that is why they say living is harder than dying. We live knowing that when we die, the disease repeats. We will always lose.

We – walking “Gods” – were made to suffer.

Scorpion Blood

With every drop of ichor spilled, their lungs fill with poison.

Perhaps the reason for our union,

Under the shadow of Mother Lilith,

is the fact that our souls have been plagued with the same fate.

One oracle proclaims sadism, while another praises masochism; yet the outstanding facts ring ever so desperately.

How could I have not seen?

You told me that when the Moon’s synthetic dust latched upon you, it enveloped your soul with an icy kiss.

It had excited a hidden part of you, which you had chosen to lock away.

I commend you for that.

Forced to suppress the basic urges of my human condition, my hands and wrists are crushed beneath the engorged

Tongue of my desires.

I want it, but I am lacking in something: you.

Perhaps what binds us the most is our silver-coated tendency toward the knife. The rope. The drug.

We both wanted to leave before the movie was over.

For when the scorpion welcomed our Mother into its bosom, we found ourselves under the same Black Moon.

When the scorpion stings, our Mother weeps,

Blood drawn from the vice of our matter, Nephilim forsaken and forever fallen.

Our skin bares the same, jagged mark of the insect.

My soul calls for you.

Let me protect you.

My heart craves your presence.

I love you.

Your hands steady me.

You love me, too.

Together, we venture into the Valley of Blood.

For there awaits.

Mother.

A wooden box
hidden beneath my feet.
A box with seven locks
that has no keys.
It’s covered with dust and burning ashes
from the walls once torn
inside my grey coloured room.

A wooden box
with hidden lies and truths.

Children beds once stood
where the box lies
before their walls
shook and their beds rumbled,
before the ceiling fell
and floors cracked.

Here still stands
the box of hidden secrets
of the dead and undead,
with seven locks
but no keys.

ameliacp2015 – Legacy

We are building this world to teach the future about the nobodies that didn’t get a name for themselves this life.

We are feeding all the media exactly what they want to hear, to hear the sounds of laughter to the light.

We are meeting our goals and ancestors the way we are going and we are following in the paths as they are right.

We are building a planet made just for happy faces, and the happy faces all that we want in our sight.

But we know when we get there they’ll be haters in the paths we follow, following the path that we would like.

So those without a name and those without a legacy can build upon what we have left for them.

But it’s still a planet made from empty dreams and aspirations that never achieved the goal that was set.

But we know it’s all about the way that we want to live our life’s today and though we feel a little sad sometimes and want to stop and quit.

We should give little thought to those that cannot see what’s good although we should never stop our dreams for someone else.

We are only building building blocks for all those non-believes out there not believing any one they know.

So ending up with a world imperfect full of wars and power and the purpose of us hazing to the past and the future.

We are the present and we control the future but the past controls us, and that is that.

Creenson – Unhealthy Fixations

Unhealthy fixations are
Those I think about right this hour,
At midnight, failing to see
That you won’t ever want to be with me

Unhealthy fixations are
Those that left deep, burning scars
Like when you hurt me a thousand times over
Though, from your smile, I can fully recover

Unhealthy fixations are
Those words from such a liar
Like you, yourself, dear
When you held me close, I fear

Unhealthy fixations are
Needing you for loneliness is dire—
Though, at the same time this hour,
Being close to you burns like fire

Lapis Lazuli – My Religion

There is something you all should know about me:
I am a witch
Some people may call me a glitch
But they fail to realize
Life is not a video game of lies
Life is a gift
From the gods who gave us it
I’d rather burn at the stake
Than give up or break
My bond with my gods
Yet, still, what are the odds
Of me really burning at the stake
In this modern day world, where I must fake
My beliefs to not be judged with cruelty
Because what I believe in is an abnormality
To most people these days
I’d rather burn ablaze
Than change what I believe in
Though most people believe what I believe in is a sin
I am capable of causing so much pain
Yet I choose not to inflict the pain
But don’t you forget that about me
Or you will see
So, if you have a problem with me
Remember that this world is free
Or at least it should be
Don’t you agree?

Twisty – Cada Mañana

Chorus
Cada mañana

Verse 1
Cada mañana
Me veo an el espejo
Ellos sonrien
Mis demonios aparacen màs claros
Así que comporto Como el hombre que soy
Borro mis temores
Diciéndole gracias a Dios
Y digo una peqeña oración

Chorus
Cada mañana

Verse 2
Tomamos decisions
Seamos pobres o ricos
Para vivir honradamente o deshonestamente
Modelos a seguir para los niños
Enséñales lo bueno y lo malo
Prepãralos para el futuro
Cada día una nueva lección
Casa día un mejor día

Chorus
Cada mañana

Verse 3
Los niños necesitan un futuro
Un medio para un fin
No negatividad
No una vida de arrepentimiento
Ten esto en cuenta
Tus tropas serán fuertes
Enséñales con fe
Corrige todos sus errores

Translation
Verse 1
Every morning
I look in a mirror
They smile
My demons are clearer
So I man up
Erase my fears
Then I thank god
And say a small prayer