Power Quest

We feast upon Creation's Song, Straddling the back of Time
Burning bright into our minds is Her new Form and Fit
We are and were, but now I am
She calls and I are We again
A breath, a flutter, a lone lost brother
Whole again;
Different now of Form and Fit
Returned, Renewed, Remade

Temptation

The path of temptation is twisting and badly lit.
It changes each time you walk it.
There is a trick to it.

Some will tell you not to walk the path at all for it is a dead end.
They are patially accurate and wholly wrong.
Some will tell you to walk the path but don't look in the doors.
These are boring and unhappy people who will die alone.
Some will tell you to look in the doors but do not enter them.
These people are sadists.
Some will tell you to rush in and take the bounty that is offered with no thought to the consequences.
These people will never see the end.
Some will tell you to pick only one door and hide it from others.
These people are the same people as the ones above but lie about it.

If you get to the end of the path there is a mirror.
Some will say it is to shame you.
Some will say it is to remind you.
Some will say it is to teach you.
Some will say it is not a mirror at all, but a portrait titled "God at Play."

Dian y Glas

Laughing Lord
Springtime God
Young Buck
Naked Youth

Firm, Toned, Tan, Soft, Silky,Sensuoussssss.......Smiling God
Laugh with me
Sing with me
Be with me

Babylonian creed

*This is inspired by my bachelor party. I feel a small desire to apologize and I also don't care if it offends anyone. I will give credit though to Psalms 23*

Babylon is my stripper, I shall not want.
She throws me down on a comfy chair, she hands me a dirty martini, she straddles me and makes my heart go pitter-pat
She leads me down the path of temptation, for she knows a shortcut and all the best spots.

Yea though I walk through the shadow of the valley of complete and utter disappointment I shall not lose my rock hard erection, for you are with me, your sparkly thong and your 5 inch heels, they comfort me.

You prepare a room full of pillows and one-way mirrors in front of all of my haters
You strip me down and oil me up, I ache to overflow in your Cup.

Surely passion, desire and the smell of your sex shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall live in the moist Joy of your Love, forever.


Josh - with credit to the old Jewish guys.

The body never lies

The body never lies

choking on the rage of ancients
whimpering for life
tears falling, sobbing, nose running
voices of the blood clamoring for light

get it out, get it out!
get it out, get it out!

yelling doesn't help
it just leaves me sore and dry
fighting doesn't help
it just makes them mean
drugs and liquor help a short time
trading one chain for another

get it out, get it out!
get it out get it out!

savage pleasure's the only way
fucking, fighting, screaming wild
savage lust and savage joy
to hunt, to risk, to feel
no room for tomorrow
no room for yesterday
all my times run out
all my excuses gone
later days will never come

less civilized but kinder
bloody wild and brilliant
honest pain to let you know you're still alive
the body never lies

Loki’s song

Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What fire do you set today?
Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What face do you wear today?

Prince of Fire
Trickster God
Gaintborn
Changer of Ways

Tell me, where is it written?
Tell me, where is it said?
That my son is chained
And her son remains alive…long after he should be dead
Where is your Honor now One Eye?
Where is your Mercy now Witchborn?

Holly, Holly come to me my dear, I have a game for us to play and none shall remain unscathed…

Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What fire do you set today?
Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What face do you wear today?

Have no pity for me
I am not ashamed
Giant blood flows in these Veins

In my blood is Fire
In my breath the Air
My bones the Earth below
My passions as mighty as the Ocean’s know

I am the Loki
I am the Scapegoat
I am the Evildoer
I am the only one, who does what must be done!

Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What fire do you set today?
Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What face do you wear today?

Come to me little man child
Don’t you want to play with fire?
Caveat Emptor…
Count your fingers and your toes
My wisdom costs and nothing in free my darling

Would you learn to Lie?
Ah but first child you must know the truth inside
Hold the mirror tight and take a deep dark look-see, shall we?
Oh yes keep looking, see that form both dark and twisted
Yes child oh yes that Is you, how could you have missed it?

Lie must follow Truth
Shape and Form will follow
Twist and Fold and follow through
Now the hardest part of all, listen close my dear
Now hold your Truth deep down inside and don’t let go
Never forget that now you lie, or your lie will become your Truth

Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What fire do you set today?
Changer, Changer, Changer of ways
What face do you wear today?

My Wonderland

I walked the puissant hills of golden midnight
Salty blood of martyrs covered my face, coating me in the madness of sainthood
Seeked I out the only drink to slake my unholy thirst
After endless walking spread before me churned the pool of malice
I cupped my hands and drank deep, the urge to be nailed to things receding
My laughter rang in jarring dissonance upon this sacred place
Seeming to rebound and change becoming cackles of glee and whimpers of pleasure

My strange journey continued and I looked upon a field of verdant blue, where the grass writhed and moaned in an arboreal orgy moving as the wind struck them, sighing and pressing together, some moving with the wind and others against

Further still were the Lying Angels who sat upon rocks and sang pretty lies to all who would listen
They have no eyes you see only perfect mouths and ears to hear themselves
It is said that the first lie of the first angel was told of vanity, that after looking upon himself he said he was the most beautiful and perfect creature in all creation and upon seeing his more gorgeous brother he killed him in a fit of rage, then plucked out his own eyes so never would he again see any sight more beautiful than his own

And then the most dangerous part of my journey I stood upon the cliffs of pleasure
You can hear them from miles away, they ache with power, the mere sound feels like wet silk tongues tracing the nerves inside your skin one by one by one
And the closer you get the stronger the feeling, the wind caresses your deepest held desires, the trees speak to you of love unending and the sunshine on your skin plays a tune of victory over fate itself

At the tips of the cliffs, far above the jagged Rocks of Success where a multitude of bodies are strew, is a Cup
The cup is simply named Pain
It is said he who drinks deep of this cup shall know the Truth
But that is not my quest upon this terrible night

And I am tempted by the cliffs but I stop when I see the cup, though I am tested sorely
And I hold the Cup of Pain in one hand and in the other the Knife of Love bought with the blood of martyrs and innocence
With a dull ache I plunge it into my breast and take out my still beating blue heart and bathe it in the Cup
The feeling is beyond words. I could spin you tales upon tales of horrific sights and sounds to make you cringe in wonder of the strange twistings of my mind. But I will not.
I will leave it to you to picture for yourself. Know you that I sought this dread cure out as my last and only hope.

And as the last great tides of pain receded over my heart it became as red as the blood on the lips of angels and it fit once more in my breast
And at long last I felt again
And I wept there upon the cliffs of pleasure
Great streams and lakes came from my eyes emptying out my soul

I left the knife inside the cup, upon the cliffs of pleasure for Love and Pain have always gone hand in hand and they continue to do so to this day