Testament of my great demise (the lizard king bows out)
Channeled from Jim Morrison
Calling on the Gods,
Calling on the Gods,
why don't you answer me?
I've sacrificed as a rite
of passage
I've done what I needed to do
in your name but nothing
has changed - Is it because
I've refused to change?
I drown myself in a bottle,
or two or three,
so I am loud,
obnoxious, coherent
and incoherent,
capable and incapable,
drunk as a skunk,
so what is there of me?
What's left of me?
Do you hear me Apollo?
Do you see yourself
in me Dionysus?
Are you not of the trees?
Then why do you not
acknowledge me?
I look to the immortals,
as I am empty, I now call
on the Gods, wear an amulet,
study my totem, but only
my actions will transcend
my abysmal and
ferocious labyrinth
The demons of
the four winds have
clung to the bowels of
my soul, the magic
runes I possess may
abort them and absorb
their venom if I and
I alone cause this to
happen
I no longer
have a thirst to cleanse
my soul here on earth,
ZEUS, I know you hear
me with the beautiful
Athena
Circe, answer me,
will you turn me
into swine? Can I stay
with you for a year?
Gaia, I must leave you now
for I have detached
myself from all people
and things that occupy your
once fertile landscape
I wish to return
to the hall of the immortals,
to the hall of the King
of Phaiakians,
as I seek the counsel
of Calchas and Orpheus
I wish to drink
from their golden chalices which
hold the fire of creation,
gaze deep into the ruby
flames were Gaia
herself can be recreated
Shekinah is calling me
now, softly, ever so softly,
but nonetheless she is
calling me home
I put down this pen,
and close my eyes now
for the last time....
You'll say I died
hugging the porcelain
of a toilet; you'll say
I succumb in a bathtub
from a derivative of
morphine as you try
to mask my desire
to join the immortals
and be reborn; as
a Shaman
I wish to become like
Abaris and become a
Priest of Apollo, and
like the ancient Shaman,
become invisible and
foretell the future
I now know I have not done
what the Gods have
asked me to
do, I have not driven
my own golden chariot
through the cosmos:
I need to start anew
I just closed my eyes...
I only closed my eyes