Poetry: Belial

Belial (4/21/2015)

Hologram. The body vibrates away into the infinite. 

Words, words, words…language itself is absurd. It’s noise. 

Tone, intention, specificity…this is how the universe hears - all else is static, word soup. 

Love your demons, because they are a part of you. The aborted children of the astral plane. 

Dreams deferred by the egotistical static sounds of fearful thoughts and sadness, not necessary. 

 Stop being afraid. Love all, love all…

There is nothing alien. Not the angel, not the demon, not the alien, not the enemy, not the friend…most importantly not the universe. Read the message and allow it to marinate. 

Don’t shoot the messenger and ask for more mail once you’ve been delivered.