My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick”, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom” The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That’s a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
My 2 Cents –
I have always made my view of religion clear. I am pagan. I maybe did not tell the story of what got me to that point though. I started out Baptist.. I have read the Bible. I actually attended a catholic Mass. I have read the Quran. I am pagan because it feels the least like a lie to me. But what started me questioning? The deacons at the First Baptist Church of LaPlata Maryland told me I was a bad influence on the children there and told me I was not welcome to attend church anymore. I was 14, Pregnant, and they had not the first clue what my situation was. They did not ask. They did not care. This was In 1989. I was a scandal. And They were not good Christians.
So, I was going to ask what I should do for the next volume… but I finished Immortality before I could get to today. Facebook suggested that I do Quiet screams next.
I actually want to ask a question. I had a live poetry reading thing in my local library. And I was extra nervous because of the parking situation with the library. It requires parallel parking. I can not parallel park. So my therapist suggested that I ask a complete stranger to do it for me. Is that normal? I feel like that is not normal and would create more anxiety. What do you think? Is asking for a complete stranger to park your only vehicle a normal thing?
Welcome to where time stands still No one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change Just labelled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, no windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep my friend, and you will see The dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage? Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Build my fear of what’s out there Cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I’m insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well He’s getting better, can’t you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well But they think this saves us from our hell Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Sanitarium (Just leave me alone) Fear of living on Natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air Got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it’s such a friendly word Seems the only way For reaching out again
My 2 Cents –
Feeling a little extra crazy these days, so I felt like a visit to the sanitarium was appropriate. an old favorite, and one that helps to calm the demons when they get a little too restless.
The problem with April is I actually don’t share the new poetry as much….so I wanted to squeeze some of the pretty stuff that I wrote in Immortality onto the net. I am actually really proud of this volume. It is a good thing.
Pattimouse 