#treesus christ

There’s confusion about Who we are and where we come from. Peasants thinking themselves kings When they’re nothing. We sleep walk chasing our dreams Repulsed at the reality that we’re nothing. We drink ignorance, eat folly, and shit on wisdom, Satisfied with the lie that life begins in the womb Comfortable and content, cruising to confront the end, Not even knowing the beginning. We fell in love with a reflection because it gave us the pleasure of thinking that we matter, not meaningless matter floating through nothing destined to be nothing. We’re led in arrogance by the blind, engage in polemics while being exploited by thieves, Trapped in a system, turning against our cell mates Instead of the ones with the keys. Proudly we present images of ourselves To our man-made gods, boasting, Shouting, yelling, “God this is me!”, All the while blind to the fact that we’re nothing. Nothing is my shepherd, I shall not nothing… Surely nothingness and nothing shall follow me All the days of my life, And I shall dwell in the house of nothing Forever. Amen.

I say that I love your body, You say I can't, that I must love your soul. Lust is only temporary and quickly grows old; Love quickens the body and melts a heart frozen cold. Lust is love, though you may not feel it-- Or shall you pluck out your eyes and seal the windows to your spirit? What covers your beautiful mind and protects your giving heart? Hair that curls like smoke from incense and breasts that leap like a hart. It's not the same you say, pulling away from me. Indeed, I say, Love and lust are the same thing. Do you drink fine wine from cups of plastic? Why shame me for enjoying your spirit from silver flagons? Remember that it is the flower that attracts the hummingbird's tongue, and only the ripened fruit that is eaten until there is none. Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit? And yours is made of diamonds and gold that shine most vivid. Lust is love-- you cannot separate the two. When I say I love your body, I mean that I love you too.

"I'm going to smoke," you say throwing the covers wrapping your slender frame over me. I hate cigarettes. I hate when you smoke them. Your red hair flows like lava over your pale shoulders, beautiful as roses on snow, resting peacefully in the nest that is your collarbone. You pull out the object of my hate, then glide to the door, disappearing behind a wall of smoke and vice. You know I hate cigarettes. You know I hate when you smoke them. Still, I'm drawn to you. I want to be a part of you and I envy every wisp of smoke that enters your lungs. I envy every puff that makes you cough, every drag that makes you wheeze. But love is stronger than hate. In those breathless seconds that you're physically gone, my soul craves for you as if you were my nicotine. In that emptiness I wish you were still with me. Cigarette and all. Every moment that I stay here in bed I wish that you were with me. The wails of my heart thunder, echoing off the walls, constantly drumming the surface of my soul. And I realize, that I loved you before I knew you smoked and even afterwards. I loved your flaming head before I met you. I loved your soft lips before I met you. I loved your satin skin before I met you. I loved your habits before I met you. I rolled over quickly, throwing the remainder of the sheets in a corner. Almost without thinking I raised a cigarette to my lips, then a lighter. I took a deep breath then went to join you. "I'm coming with you. " You know I hate cigarettes. You know I hate when you smoke them. Still you know I love you.

Sweet, sweet amber skin Can I stick to you, like pollen to bees? Your arms are my chains and your legs my girdle; Your kisses a link to all things heavenly. Gather me in your breasts and protect me with your thighs; Slay my cravings while giving my members a resurrection. Fling your head back and fold your legs over me. Let me enter your cosmos and comet around your galaxy, Blasting through nebulae, surfing suns, and riding moons. Let me in deep. Deeper than the blackest hole in your inner space. Let me go far. Farther than the coldest parts of your universe. You in my verse, as I sing out moans of your name, the rhythm of our hearts drumming out primal beats with every push and pull of our bodies, the crescendo of love so deafening. Can I rest in the silence of your pleasure? all the while never leaving you -- we are the one tree joined at the root. Watered by blue skies and light rain, On the peak of your mountains I can still see the dew Reflecting the light From that sweet, sweet amber skin.

I am lost in a jungle where everything is mightier than I. The darkness is thick and the trees are tall. The vines hang low and wait for my neck like a snare. There are no birds here, only bats; there are no sheep, only wolves. Every wild thing hunts me, seeking to devour me and trap me in their bowels. I only see what is bad; what is good is lost in the night. My tongue cries for water, but all there is to drink is wine. The rain that falls from the sky is like acid and burns my flesh. The fruit that falls from the tree is bitter and rots in my belly. What is this place?! Only death and ignorance live here. I slept and dreamt of beautiful things: stars and figs and waters and green fields and women and angels. When I awoke I found a nightmare. There were swamps, leeches, whirlwinds, pits, hail, and flames. I cry for help, but the winds howl over my voice. I try to run, but my legs are weak. I search for light, but my eyes are dipped in black. The fog is thick and the waters are deep. There is no hope in this place, only dreams and nightmares. Should I envy the dreamer? Should I drink their wine and lust after their sleep? Does the bird envy the man? Or does the man yearn for the womb? For their sleep is death and their wine is amnesia. There is no home for the soul lost in the jungle. There is no place for it to lay its head. It is beaten until it is weary and tempted while it is weak. It longs for rest and thirsts for nirvana. But in the jungle there is only hell and beasts.