T H E E N D C O M M U N E

MIŁOŚĆ, MDŁOŚCI

i give you things

i am not sure i even own,

and there is dysfunction in that ---

the world runs over

with the ugliness and beauty

like a chalice 'neath the guillotine ---

i feel it so, and I react ---

how can a person

function without hate?

how can you maintain spiritual, personal integrity

in this sludgy morass of a world

without hatred; contempt

as a continuous parameter to relate to?

i don't understand it at all.

how the fuck can you be or become whole

without hatred and love as two equally bearing baulks

in this basilica of everything we call the personal life experience?

i ask you, how can one remain whole without hate?

you bitch and bitch on about how hate

is eroding and destructive to oneself and to others,

that it brings along nothing but negativity and dejection, and anger, and pain,

and that it demands so much energy and yada yada

--- but i ask you ---

have you ever been in love? have you ever loved?

have you been torn from the inside out, possessed by devils,

lost in mists and the woods of the night...

did you ever run the gauntlet of love, mocked by bystanders,

ridiculed, scoffed by those within yourself

you have never been able to strike a peace deal with?

one must be an ocean, an unexplored wilderness,

a great, vast unknown

throbbing like rapists' cocks with the oersnt of mastery

in order to receive the polluted stream, the oil spill, of love

without becoming corrupt, poisoned, impured, tainted:

i do not know if I can swallow the oil leak, I am not ocean enough.

i have fought to handle it

but recurringly I have lost the struggle.

it makes me afraid.

yet i love, I am a loveful being ---

and this woman is the innocence of the child;

the raging fire of the forest no-one knows,

she is the archer of compassion, her arrows benight the sky:

quietness and sanity, mere facade!

she lies with insanity as she lie with me ----

she is the beauty of sumerian priestesses, the lonely one,

the one who stabbed her belly in the middle of a pro-life rally;

I can understand her, and her love is felt thoroughly ---

yet I cry; yet I weep thick tears...

what is love, if not the aorta of human destructivity...

i ask you!

i wonder about affection, the nature of it, is it not obvious to me? no.

I am in love with the devil herself,

and love kills

both when you have it

and when you don't

so have fun with that little adventure;

it will leave me like new years' women in cologne,

if you can wrap your head around that cute little reference.

there you have it, negativity and destruction

wrapped nicely like a fucking christmas present.

but i don't really care --- go on and live your little lie

that unconditional love

and nothing but unconditional love --- and tolerance ---

will save everything good from everything bad...

love will surely set you free, this is true!

but if you do not hate,

you will never have the slightest idea as to what

you have been freed from.