"Begotten" by David Sherry

“Like a flame burning away the darkness,
Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground.”

    Innocence is lost when it is destroyed by the rough bark of dead trees. I can see what is not yet left in this forest of nothingness. Coming into focus of harsh blacks and whites is a cabin that does not decide anything even in flowing robes of clouds. God sits and he is nothing here. He is discontent as drip drip he feels it fall to the ground in pools of black. Why is he gushing what he has created to spawn life? His hands are wet and he gropes the cracked walls, smearing what is left of heaven. No longer white, all that is now is streaks of black. Worms of forgotten prayers wallow in discarded sand. He is deaf and all He knows is being ripped from his open emptiness. The foot is dead and the second flood slips down and covers the flesh that is on the bone. Wet, damp, and soiled, he knows nothing. But from the ashes and the drippingness of mortality rises a beating heart. A Mother Earth that is blinded by her father’s image. Wet black on flowing white releases her to the sun. She strokes the Father’s dead manhood, becoming the woman: fertile and pure. White spray tendrils waterfall and cover her with steam. In the life of dead anything makes what virgins keep. She has become the mover as she spreads the seed over her being, impregnating her once disregarded womb.
    A field of desolate expanse with sliding coffin, wooden and hollow. Stand up, I say, and it becomes me as Mother Earth strokes her distended belly. She is big with him, the Son. Arteries, veins, sky of endless clouds and He is born. Son of Earth is purged from the womb as a full grown son. Ropes of infidelity in the land of Nod, he is taken by nomads and dashed against the stones. He gives them gifts of flesh from his mouth and they eat of his abundance.
    But raped once more by nomads of old, Mother Earth cannot fight as her body is entered and impaled repeatedly by the wordless mouths of utterance. We known not from whence they came as their violence speaks of days of old. Pulling apart the bodies of the weak. Limb torn from socket and pounded to the earth with withered sticks. Mother and son are destroyed. Destructed into the ground of Creation. But forthwith flowers spring forth into life on the ground of the dead.

Hellion (version 1)

I run off God’s own ethanol
A stench with gall
So who’s got the ball
And who’s court is this
Which elite can I dis
Dismiss it with a fist
Oh, I insist
That you finally enlist
In the army
That’ll help us coexist
But I missed the sign-up sheet
Cause she couldn’t be discreet
And I lost my hand within the sheets
So I was unable to write
Even to utter my name at night
The pencil picked a fight
Between the lines hidden from sight
Is it strength to show our might
But that doesn’t make it right
I’m riding that beam of light
It doesn’t touch the sun
It’s just a rainbow for fun
Words that’ll never be outdone

Word
Who’s the leader of this herd?
Is a phoenix a spirit or a bird?
A question so absurd
I wouldn’t expect it to be fulfilled more
I write above blood and gore
So much more than a seeping sore
Bleeding on the floor
With cuts, I’m loosing breath
Inching toward my death
Shadows bring the Thoth
Foaming mouth full of froth
Like the head of a beer
LSD to see clear
Listen, can you hear
A suicide of peers
You lack empathetic tears
At the River’s Edge
We built a callous hedge
To hear a killer bragging
So I’m lagging behind
Any feeling for the body that we find
This flesh is just rind
To slice our own kind
Inside, defined pulp
Like a blood orange
    step back and gulp
Behold your Wizard of Gore
You’re begging for more
Simon Says to sever the core
Dead bodies melted down to Iron Ore
Drop Dead Sexy
Lifeless like Ellie
Hellion
What Is It? we sellin’ ’em

Elemental Junkie

Ingest me like a chemical compound
I’m here to shatter ground and astound
But if my head could ever quit its pounding,
I could do with a little grounding
Cause my place is in space
Fuck an atomic rock
I love God’s creation,
    but we put it on lock
So I take a hammer to this clock
Crystal shards
To get cosmic lawyers disbarred
Which card you got?
Does it thicken this plot
Or stir the concoction in the pot
What’s the molecular makeup
    of my dripping snot
Buck shot forming out of astral ash
Take your monatomic gold
    and trade it in for cash
I’m bleeding hurricanes from a gash
And I wouldn’t bother to
    lick your blood from the grass
Puff puff pass
And pass out
Don’t look down
Cause then you’ll hear a deafening sound
That’ll drown out His voice
This has always been a choice
So I choose to hoist
A moist tongue above a host
Speaking with the Holy Ghost
She’s the one I feel the most
I’m burning like a roast
And standing at the coast
A breeze felt with ease
We’re in a schizophrenic schism
    far from peace
Like the polytheistic gods of Greece
I’m at least under the belly of the Beast
I see its Marks
It ain’t a myth or a farce
It’s all so dark
Like a nightmare opium den
Or a crack whore garden
Pardon our dust
And systematic rust
Passed down through years of lust
I feel the manic gusts
As this frigid panic thrusts
Our epidemic must
Find a soluble end
Through visions we contend
Our soiled souls we mend
Hope the healing ain’t pretend