In the silence...

In the silence of the night I go outside.

A dozen flying saucers races down the horizon.

The sky is painted red and the air smells murky.

The moon tonight is burning in violet flames.

A beastly man in pain howls under its backdrop.

I upturn my collar and pull my hair back.

My overcoat flutters annoyingly in the wind,

so I hold them tight face down.

I see my pointed boots made for the kill.

I ascend my black carriage and pull the leash.

A pair of mustangs is all it takes to keep me afloat.

Each whip that bites kites me higher.

Naked woods seem to stretch forever and,

the forest buzzes like some hornets nest.

woods twist and bend in alarming speed making way.

They close behind quickly: the forbidden wood!

The abattoir awaits me like a slut.

I perform my ritual without a blink...

WHO?

So you called me again?

To raise me from nowhere.

To see me while you blind.

To hear my secret sermon.

While your eardrums numb.

Shh... it's only for you!

I am not a ghost.

No don't kneel!

I am not God either,

You have powerful questions.

Why seek answer?

I present you visions.

Visions that messiah claim to have seen!

They are incredible... ain't they?

I see tears streaming down.

Now look around.

Don't panic!

That's the elevation phenomenon.

You deviate from the feel

and you land on planet earth.

You can't force it now.

You still seek answers...

Don't try to tread here boy.

An infinite moment of space rest here.

you become but a medium,

for several great souls to pass through.

You can never have enough here

though we provide less!

Many tried and lost themselves.

No help could pull them back

from the truth they encountered.

Neither could they relate it.

For it needs more than words.

The worldly existence will be,

no more than a tricky dream!

Those who have had success

strangely decided to keep mum.

The quest... with all its toils,

too desirous in the beginning

and too sacred in the end.

I think they must have realized.

The truth discovered is greater

than religion or any notion by men!

Many weep and many choose to die.

For to return would be worse.

The secret is worth best

when kept in the heart,

in silent understanding while it glows.

Like thousand stars from within.

Equal to million orgasms.

Leaving lasting peace almost near to death.

Anyways, they have no choice.

And we don't force.

It becomes one open secret.

One will need more than words.

Didn't I tell you before?