Babylon

Part of something I felt compelled to write yesterday. I don't really know anything about poetry, but this sort of had that feel to it. Wrote it while listening to the following:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2DI2PEE2zg

Takes a minute to really get into it; it actually sounds ridiculous and like noise in the beginning, but it has a certain carefree and slightly "unstable" quality about it that reminds me of when I was young and reckless. The skyline can be heard at 1:50. There was something beautiful about being able to be reckless, to be naive and exist in a world ripe for discovering. This captures that sense of wonderment in my formative years living in L.A. The "poem" then transitions into sexual submissiveness. I feel an urge to merge the ideas of naivety being obliterated in sexual liberation, and the need to renew this dynamic of innocence, the loss of the innocence, and the ability to be reborn again into innocence, just so that i may be lost again. That cycle represents life itself. Without it you have only stagnation and death. This writing only hints upon what my soul is desperately trying to convey.



Frivolously dancing in through back-lit alleyways of the city of Lost Angels
The spirit of my youth fills me again with her sweet innocence
As the passion to savor the new enflames my soul
I cum to serve, to please, to save, and to heal
The terrible wounds of desire within men,
And to deliver them from the fires of their lust.

As I sway through these dimly-lit streets where angels lose their way
I allow Naivety to be my guide meandering
Down into the shadowy abodes wherein dwells Sin
I offer up my body, my will, my mind, and myself
I sacrifice my very being
So that the hearts of my lovers may be stilled.

Oh my Goddess. Live through me, your fallen servant
Come into me. Become in me. And be through me
Fuck away the light and blanket me with night
Murder me; martyr me; annihilate my soul
And extinguish my spirit
In service to the damned.

Show me to the place where my cross must be bared
Lay me down, pin me up, and tie my arms behind
Lay bare the path to my altar and spread me wide
Turn my fear into your sweet incense, intoxicate the room with my sex
Now take my hand with gentle firmness, push me on my knees
So that my ordeal can begin.

One by one, let their touch defile my sanctity
My purity extracting their filth
My light drawing out their darkness
Let my vulnerability evoke predation
Even as my humanity calls forth their b**sts
Protect me through this, Lilith: my crucifixion.