Hey mister Player
Hey Mister Poet
Hey Mister Porno Fuck
Just give me one more suck
And I’ll be on my way
Carving out a spiritual highway to hell
Marriage in a bar
Telling stories of a porno queen in your car
You just want to love me
The I love you(s) roll off your
tongue as rapidly as
the smoke fills your lungs
And the liquor fills your gut
I don’t want to be your
favorite slut
The sweet talk and the pain
don’t wash it all away
it just saturates you all in vain
Materializing trinkets and angels
Tell me you’re not insane
A master you call yourself
and yell to me
Would such a master
have to scream
You tell me this oh glorious magnanimity
You want to love me and
you give away the gifts I give to you
And is to love me to not care for me
The needs of hunger and thirst
all for gone for your downing
of your drinks and sharing of poetry
I don’t need a baby to look after
nor a drunk to console
who screams at me that I don’t
have a point
A master of illusion
perchance maybe
The illusions of me have gone up in smoke
For you have heaped coals of fire
upon my heart
And no matter how much
I love you, I love myself more
You have shown to me the writing
on the wall
And I would be a fool
to stay blinded by this light
The light of truth has
been born unto me tonight
Like you said you can replace
a lover and I’m sure that’s your plan
Just take what you can
And cry love leaves you
I say to you wake up my friend,
for you perpetuate your misery
I am not the only one that
has been crude and rude
Maybe you should ask yourself
What about you brings these
things to fall on you
I am so hurt
I hurl these darts
Not because of inadequacies
Only because I realize my
lack of judgment and fear
For the lack of these I
have joined you in your disease
I will not pursue in healing
you, for I need to repair
the damage that I have done
For the damage done to me
by you is irreparable
How could you not have known
I am sure you have more
numbers to call and more
girls to drink
A lover and a warrior
all to yourself
and within your mind
Have I made my Point
Mister Player, and Predator
of my naivety
February 1997
Note: Written in bewilderment and confusion of when a man walked into my life calling himself a master. A master is just a teacher, I have learned after all these years. I too learned that when one takes many supplements, drinking leeches the bones of minerals and for health this can be done a few times a year, in order to re-supplement the body with subsequent vitamin and nutrient intake. I have also learned too that diabetes in men causes them often great unrest concerning neuropathy in their appendages, especially in their prime possession of manhood, and that pornography can actually be used for health purposes, and it often is advised for such men facing reduced blood flow to their organ and as such they see it as a life raft for not losing the functioning of their sex life. To some of these men it is not seen in a disgraceful way, and to the women of such men, so it is said from studies, they too can achieve better release after viewing such even if they don’t think they care for this sort of teasing of their libido. Personally, I think deep spirituality and expression sexually could possibly achieve the same means.
I share this, because I erred in my modern take on his affairs and conversations he shared, as I made judgments, and threw them on him with upmost fear. He proved himself to be actually quite a man of knowledge on all manner of sacred, and ancient orated beliefs in helping man to discover his divine purpose. I still get mired in thinking there could be some disorder of sorts, however the western mind cannot always comprehend the eastern philosophies, and often those not destined to know these mysteries, they will seem incomprehensible to a fear laden mind. Such a mind simply will not discover the hidden truths, not yet meant to be revealed…until one surrenders, ego, fear, and judgment and seeks to walk a path of love in obedience to divine principles.
He spoke of what he is, an ancient name, I shall not utter. Yet, upon searching it out, I found a reference to, “the way”, and in that process discovered during the Saxon Chronicles, the way to a holy well was a path traveled by many, and the well now resides somewhere in the middle of a river that was dredged to make a channel for a waterway. The foot is significant because the name, also led me down a path to discover another called by such long ago, and a foot appears on the grave marker of this man and according to legend it is because of a woman who told the man one day she would stomp on his grave. There is so much more to this story, that shall have to wait to be told perchance one day, for there are ties to legends and lore, and even perchance Merovingian associations, and places….too much to explore, but definitely enough to not ignore!