December 10th, 2013

dear lord

make me pure before your eyes

do not pure your grace into my soul

overflowing with milk and honey

i become overfecundated.

do not inundate me with your blessings,

bless me with things, not words.

how evil i am

gnostically deranged

agnostically mystified

i long for comfort

in strange shores

full of sirens.

my sleep is good and full of wonder

but i still drink

although i do not wish to

long for the good old times

which were really hell.

recreate me in your image

chasten me with your words

do not throw me under the bridge of time

living a useless time of the Beats

in the burning pleasure of the moment

sacrificing the body and soul

to the Moloch of the present eternity.

bless me

make me strong and courageous

as valiant as the Greeks in battle

as resourceful.