Into the heart of darkness, Viciousness and despair - Into the very Tartarus - Enters the prince of Air. Ceiling is bleak and starless. Nobody knows your name. Inside the heart of darkness Flickers an open flame. Everywhere, creeps and scoundrels Feeding upon the souls. Under the heart of darkness, Broken glass and coals. Think that I might take flight, less I also burn to death. But through the heart of darkness I must create a path. Something ignites and startles Amid the sulfur fumes. Inside the heart of darkness Torment of souls resumes. Demons and fiends and gargoyles Crowd me on every side As through the heart of darkness I take a tourist ride. Skin catches fire and sparkles And from it pours hot blood. Within the heart of darkness, Boiling and ruddy flood. "Have you lost all your marbles?" "If I did, would I care?" Inside the heart of darkness I can't tell here from there. Place is unmapped and chartless. All roads lead to Rome - That is, to heart of darkness - And from it rises foam. Nothing is seen apart; yes, Mirrors on every wall Reflect the heart of darkness At everyone and all. Evil has many partners And many a disguise. Look in the heart of darkness And train your ears and eyes. You cannot tell apart us, Me and the souls on fire. It burns, the heart of darkness, Outside, inside, and higher. Where do I stand or start? Yes, Write with a piece of chalk Map of the heart of darkness Upon a lotus stalk - Lotus that, like most marvels, Grows in the thickest mud And through the heart of darkness Reaches to heart of God - There will be no more markers Upon my path, as I Burn through the heart of darkness Into the open sky.
Wow!!!!!!!!!!! I had a couple of psychic experiences in 1990 and 1999 that make this poem especially meaningful to me.
The Prince of the air Of the heart of the sons Of man If as 1 is bent upon evil Is none other than Satan. To run from your own heart, Desperately wicked and deceiving above all Says yes, but never follows. The yeas become no's and no yeas These are from own souls. Are you in sway to follow iniquity? You desire to be as them And you allow your lusts to conceive. Do not say, when you become One, among the crowd with slogans rung That you had no choice To be free from being one. It takes an agreement to be 1 To walk alongside another. And can 2 walk together, lest, they agree? Police, police. Where are the police Those that are supposed to prevent those hearts From destroying even so freely? It's a benefit to these As well to those standing by If the police did their job. They might have and could Save a brigand From over-runn-ing the cliff. But no; Bye bye. Life without parole 25 years or more The docket numbers From 1 to 1 Some to the chair Others to the bed Some demand death To the judge's face Some mutilate when inside Others cry People abuse Others fume. But not so, not so says the righteous ones, Had police only done what they were Being paid for. First offense, if sentenced early, Would have only been 1 week community service. Ah, but the Prince of the air Who is supposed to be so fair Angelic, even Heavenly. The only things they'll leave Is a pile of junk on the floor That, even their parents Will need to clear. Sympathy for the devil? Here you go My floor first. Away! Away! You brutish men! Leave my life and family from pain! Away! The next Is to share This knowledge So others may also Be free from saying, 'The devil made me'. Serving the 'devil' Is serving hearts unclean. You don't need to serve evil ones If only to your own heart you desire to serve. Politics. Those in high places. Politics, police. Still the same. If they don't do their jobs People wane. Mothers not doing their jobs, the same. Jobs and duties. Even if to Love Saves.
Back in 1990.....(or was it 1991)???? I was taking far too much of a nutritional product that supposedly oxygenated the blood....... and I became rather psychic.......... ...... one day I saw the aura around a flock of Evening Grossbeaks....... each bird had a bright color all their own... bright yellow's, oranges, blues, greens.... if I remember correctly....... .... and I met a fallen angel who looked like the mythological Pan..... he said to me......."What doest thou here Elijah?" .... and I changed my mind about what I had planned to do...... and kind of staggered out of my remodelled prayer closet....... Some highly gifted people use the statement that they have friends and family in both heaven as well as hell........ I think that i can say that myself..... even though I am not particularly gifted.......
