Lucifer

[George.Wright]

And the moon waxed and waned
Caressed the feelings of the insane
Who was the blamer? Who took the blame?
And the answer was occult and very, very much profane
As the Lovers fumbled, down a very, very leafy lane
And the rat had emerged from a very, very dirty and septic drain
Who took the orb from the tree?
Who caused mankind to be cast out forever and not free?
Was it the devil in me?
To taste the hormones of an unclean race?
To be cast out into time and age with a wrinkled and bloated face?
To be a blue jewel in a very boring space?
And the lovers danced and sexually and forbiddenly pranced
That evolved into the mystery of the human, ritual, dance
Knowledge given is not knowledge, learned
Only the Gods can this secret discern
Ye must be born again and continously learn
The pure from the rancid germ
Do not drink too much from that lethargic urn
And the tempter in thee
Was once incredibly free
To blanket the blame
From his original shame
And shone both in the night
And even in dawn's early light
The first and primeval dove
That blackened and ravened from the ship of coupled love
My tongue is in thee!!!!
Tempted in the shade of the incredible, fundamental, tree.

Georges.

[Young dr. Freud]

Caressed the feelings of the insane

Very appropriate for this forum, George!


YdF

[tom.d.stiller]

At least once you feel caressed, YdF.

You may feel it once more.

Now!

Tom

[George.Wright]

Thanks Tom and YDF, for your replies. The question of the feelings of the insane, could applay in some way to us all. Let's hope that all of us don't have a pact with the devil, like some posters in the past!!!
Best Regards......Georges.