(poem) Blame The Onion [Phoenix]
2010-04-19 -- 3:43 p.m.

I'm peeling it all away like Onions,

The first layer is consumed by my dislike for your bunions,

across the splotchy skin and slack muscles in need of motion.

I'm feeling this all today like oceans,

The waves uncovering the bait fish, trapped by dolphins

at the surface, falling victim also from aerial assault.

I'm kneeling in honor above occult,

The cross, the pentacle, the pyramid and ten different holy books,

at the surface, falling victim to human eyes and miss-looks.

I'm peeling it all away with hooks,

The veil, the body, the image, the lies and the emotional commotion,

rising and falling in great swells of energy in motion.

I'm healing it all away like emotions,

The layers pulling back the veil of what's physical,

at the surface, falling into place; not quite lyrical.

I'm feeling this all in a way so hysterical,

Heart beating so fast that it's not at all theoretical,

but rather real, vibrating, strong and all so spiritual.

I'm stealing myself from all the un-health,

Taking this time to delve deeper into the onion's wealth,

Breaking into the akashic records, but also my own temple.

I'm kneeling before this great steeple,

that I myself built within myself; real even for other people.

It is a holy place, within the all, welcome to even the feeble.

I'm crawling and clawing closer to the core,

Coming catastrophically closer to your pitiful poor,

excuse for existence, pretending to be the resistance.

I'm filling it all with the infinite light,

I'm in the Halls of the Amenti; where there's no night.

I'm begging for immortality and purity in righteous plight.

I'm peeling it all away like onions,

crying as I'm approaching the center of lack-of-lying.

Dumbfounded, blank minded, can't blame me for trying.

Watch me and hear me say this poem aloud.

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