Talking Heads

Snake ribbons hanging in the devil's
doorway,
hooves of lightning, splitting cracks
in the floor

in the soul of the earth's
core

in the Tree of Life,Tree of Immortality,
we all live in fear,
loathe what we don't understand, but
must I be ashamed for who I am?
Or who I was before?
Dad is dead to me, Mom was a whore
I used to let my peers take advantage of my
kindness
I tried to die once ,
in blindness,
because I didn't know what life was for.

And I still don't.
So I live everydday in wonder, but with
a forbidden
keyhole on my heart
protected from those who are unworthy

The devil watched me cry,
sitting on his treasure box,
I lifted the bird at his wings in strife
Discrimination in my domicile
These talking heads
hate and
gossip for my attention
because I walk for freedom
though I am not,
soon I will be,
I am,
free of hating who i am

And let me ask this:
If the devil is a lie
and the good Book says
I will burn
for who I am,
then the devil must be queer too.

Their knives may be stuck in my vertebrae, but
on my side is Karma and Effect,
they only stab themselves,
 silly asinines.                          So keep talking
                                          heads, your
                                          laughing skulls
                                          on a stick,
                                          necks forgot
                                          they have a head.
                                          Voodoo priest
                                          bound by his
                                          own spell.
Milk-white sockets-
can't even see through your own eyes

With mine, I peep through
Hera's blood pigs trough
Orange cyclops
blinds me
like a Nazi lampshade
for even light won't even guard me.

The goddess of the moon puts her hand
over my eyes
I jump into her Cake of Shadows; made just for me
Obscured,
comets rush into the atmossphere,
elation they selfishly consume, before the sun hits
Mother's b;anket, the wife of Cronus
Fear is relentless
design
I'm now my own man,
my own woman

Once the day is over,
I walk to
Serena's haven, appreciating her solace during darkest
time

Those talking heads laugh no
more,
their skeletons chained to me
ankle.