The Dark Poetry of Omega Maverick
Love send me to Hell.
God of love; blind to love.
That fool shall see love.
Love, born not of flesh but of soul.
Love, not restrained by ode to skin carcass.
Only constraint cast is man’s own ignorance.
Limited love is a folly of the foolish.
Follow closely a path of soul.
To understand truly loving.
Suffering for love.
Honesty in pain.
Rejoice in the sorrow.
For, without it, never was love true.
The Burrito of Eternal Life.
Responsible for all creation.
Bow before: Tortilla, Bean, and the Holy Cheese.
Then, hereafter go and make burritos of all kinds.
Sell them in the name of the Tortilla and of the Bean and of the Holy Cheese.
But is you buy from the heathen our savory Saviour. Ask yourself.
How much more will the mold of Crisp, who through the eternal Wrap offered himself without blemish to Cheese, purify us to serve the editable Lord.
Follow the one true doctrine.
Follow the Burrito of Eternal Life.
Down to knees.
Dedication given.
Power prevails prominently.
Eyes give to change.
Respect.
Earned, garnered, and deserved.
Loyalty now unbreakable, unwavering.
Feelings torch soul.
Burn simply to feel.
Hand upon cheek.
When one kneels.
Leaving worry, doubt, or question behind.
Then: They. Are. Mine.
Heed these words.
Choosing this direction…
Find your truth within.
Misty eyed milk maids.
Mired in conjoined fusion confusion.
Abodes of housewife fornication.
Struggle, no envisioned dream.
Linear time dance,
Ever moving forward,
Micro digital awaker.
Hurried breaths are our…
Known universe?
Time’s no reality!
Construct the given forgiven.
Reality meat beats produce.
Moving around the face…
Like, the hands of small children.
Painting on canvas.
Where, watch clock serenades,
Meet silent serenity.
As a child,
Believing in jolly old St. Nick.
Demons and Gods,
All lies that do prick.
Huddled, one night, every year.
Believing, Santa was all festive cheer.
On knees 365 this soul to be saved.
Pulling on wrinkled thumb.
Lies to the children.
Parents do tell.
The allures of Heaven.
Satan’s clause that sent him to hell.
Listen wisely to fables!
Stare closely at dreams.
Know that your innocence…
Soon, ripped from the seams.
Falsities wither,
Child’s unknowing trust
Bubbles do break
Puberty brings rust…
Pupils, open too soon to life like lies.
So, remember carefully
When buried in living grave.
Your lies and your fables
Make one’s own hell.
Worlds founded in grief, aging beauty,
Fornicating: tactile sensations.
New recesses for blusterous children.
Creation fond of sinister de-vices?
Cavalcade of the scars.
Please, sodomize the heavens.
Bastard child, two thousand forgotten memories.
Thumping haze: thanks to the bottle of forget.
Helping a new tomorrow in yesterdays that come to pass.
Solace in lost arrogance, forgotten realm of too many ways.
Too many hair balls coughed up from unshaven feminism.
Limp phallus that is sexual prime.
That was not ground control.
Do you understand?
Gravity has no hold in the space I am in.
I’m lost, in the eclipse, of new-found serenity.
I wish, I did not find the truth within. These words, my words.
The truths that I tell to you. How I wish they where lies.
Self bitterness, isolates me. Only one existence for me.
Really cherishing this existence? Is it an iridescent lie?
I know you cannot see the bitter plains within this bulb.
To hate me is to be me.
No Apologies.
Live longing nights, morning comes, remove sleep…
No Acceptance.
Partaking in weary coffee, reflection stare.
No Expression.
Closing book,
Burning Rages,
Fuck YOU Freedom!
Everything Ages.
Repeat.
Glass eyes looking through copper-colored oceans.
Pollution of the masses has amended the poison.
Never fulfilling: dreams of yesterdays.
Gone is the fruit of surrender.
Give back to trees and claim the frosted tears.
Decimated climax.
Entranced with lust for forgiveness.
Given to bouts of confusion from confession.
Never a mass too grateful: follower.
Entrenched in groups of speeches.
Acid rains on the backs of children.
Doormats and Martyrs suffering in the name of love.
If love is only logical then only logic is love.
Lie, bend on knee for forgiveness.
Feelings are a sinner’s trait.
Love is not at heaven’s gate.
When you speak; being, not of emotion.
Only for a purpose.
I am, no cherished child!
So, give me your so called Hell.
If it were to exist.
As I would rather be damned by my honesty,
than filled with your lies.
Veracity and Verity
Lies that bind.
Unravels the fabric.
Fiber intertwines.
The faithful fearful.
Lies of Truth
Terrified syndication,
Another day, praying around.
Truth’s bitter taste.
Has no droughts.
Be the destroyed destroyer.
All these hate crimes.
Lie of truth is employed.
So much can no longer avoid.
Vomit spewed forth on my life.
Honesty, truths so foul,
Marks on this beast,
Daggers of honesty,
Love diseased, deceased.
From beginning a leper’s sexual giving.
Misery and desire, beheaded.
Only a liars desire.
Pain subsides as you perspire.
Life’s rebuttal reboots.
Beginning again on monthly cycles
Torture, rebirth, Torment.
Never getting away.
When even death numbs nothing.
Whisk me away,
from that which might harm me.
Shelter me away,
too much inner evil.
Mask away from all horrors,
numbing of the senseless.
Visions of Sobriety.
Taste of faith…
Am I doing me good?
Want to want what I cannot have,
Desire the need to keep the things I must.
Shut my eyes from liars and saints,
And have the wisdom to know their the same.
What are you? What is good for you?
Who? Are you my God?
I am my own God.
Yes, with a big G.
Follow your leader, I will follow mine.
We’ll see who’ peace last longer.
Because, To Thine Own Self Be True… I am.