A Rascal's Divinity (Sins of Algiers)

In my dreams not far away from my undreamt realities

In lieu of my most unseen reveries

In company of many substances and forbidden enlightenment tools

While I mourned almost scorned,

Guffawing and mocking the town of the nothing-more

Suddenly a tear drop falling portraying my reflection,

A darkened visage that I grew to abhor

What art thee if not a vestige of my torment?

Blacked and desired or forgotten and forlorn ?

And I hushed my lips on a cindered joint, a pale noir rascal kissing his princess, mighty in sorrow.

Memorably I still remember,

The winter solstice of last december,

And the then-sound of my groaning vacant stomach

Filled my meter with the breeze of Boreas and demeter.

And each flying burning cinder, burnt me and lighted the darkest corners of my soul.

And each whispering adder, crawled to me, hissed me to flee the present and let the future unroll

The light will be extinguished tomorrow,

will I then still be mighty in sorrow ?

Will I be lauded or clasped by this melancholical sorrow?

And I hushed my lips on a cindered joint, a pale noir rascal kissing his princess, mighty in sorrow.

In the mystical marriage of my joints and dark Algiers,

In this psychedelic mileage of my unconquered fears.

Will an unfought thought be caught in this maelstrom of spears,

Or will it be veneered and slowly revered

See the kiss of the snake both kills and cures,

And the only defence is a heart that’s pure.

It’s a drug to unhinge the temples door,

And the key to the kingdom where love is the law.

And I hushed my lips on a cindered joint, a pale noir rascal kissing his princess, mighty in sorrow.

The word of sin the restriction to give in to my sacred addiction,

And the wine of the divine night, was so bright that it blindfolded my mild mind

As I witnessed each breath with dispassionate wonder.

At once here and now in the blissful blue yonder.

No more divided than day is from night

united by my art, my heart and my reverence,

For emptiness ends when eternity starts

And I paroled my tongue with a holistic transcendence, an awakened soul mighty in the nothingness of my ego.

All is one and all is God

We are the grace of creation,

Divorced from mistaken identification

Abashed from conformity and the scornful traditions

With ample awareness to penetrate the fog of illusion,

To speak in volumes of our lust for devotion

Enchanted by the connectedness to destroy the delusions,

To travel to edenia , psychedelia, with sativa

To waltz with Gabriel, Rà and shiva

And I will do what I wilt! And pace with the earth mother, blessed by my rascaled divinity, a young disciple of fortune, I learnt from the sorrow