Dark Mission

[dog]

I am not the darkness, you see.
For you see, I am nobody.
Absolutely, happily, nobody.
And dratted proud of it, too!

Of import, I am not anybody,
to anyone, on this planet.

But, evidently, I am somebody.
In the eyes of God,
and the universe,
at large
and small...

Yours, theirs, or my deity.
Whatever name, you choose
to address him/her/it
by, today; in reverent
prayer or meditation.

As I've found,
each time I've fallen;
or faced death, more than
a few times; accidently,
or otherwise, in my pathetic lifetime-
I've been dragged back, to this!
This hellacious dimension,
time after time after time;
whether I am kicking and screaming,
or not, I might add...

I do not know,
what God sees
in insignificant me.
(Yours, theirs, or mine)
Nor, do I pretend to.

I do not wait for God,
to ask me, an infintesimal nobody;
if I'm ready to go somewhere...
I know in my old soul,
when He/She/It is ready for me;
I will be taken, whether
I am ready, or not.
No questions asked,
I might add;
and did.

This omnipotent being,
we all worship,
no matter the name
we call upon it, with-
could care less,
what I want.
Having far better
things to do with
His/Her/It's time;
than to ponder,
what's on my
feeble mind...

So, alone and along,
just another nobody;
I keep plodding
the proverbial path;
dancing, dancing, dancing,
fast as I can;
humming a song;
smiling and giggling,
until the very end.

Knowing someday,
there will be an exit door
provided, finally, for me...

For I believe,
those are God's
(Yours, theirs or mine)
greatest gifts to me-
The blessing of life, breathing;
given through an unseen exhalation
of hallowed divinity...

The very same one,
that will bring my peaceful,
and timely death,
with a heavenly inhalation;
sucking the life,
from this vessel,
this worthless shell.

Freeing me, finally;
from whatever my God given mission was,
on this sanctimoniously riddled planet-
as my spirit levitates,
out of this miserable
dimension of darkness;
backlit by the flames
of hell and hypocrisy.

dog.

[dog]

if I screamed
out loud,
or in my head;
would you,
of all people,
hear me?

or would I
already be
good as dead;
if I relied
on you to help
or render aide?

what you see of me,
is what you get...

I'm sorry,
I do not hear
voices directing me.
I would certainly
welcome any
seriously
helpful opinion.

I don't have black outs,
where I speak in tongues;
dance flirtatiously,
with snakes wrapped
sinuously about
my arms, as charms.

I don't experience things,
I can't remember, in trancing.
Oh, no! I couldn't get that lucky!

what you see here of me,
is what you get, all the time.
I am multifaceted. multidimensional.
No less nor more, than you.
A fellow earthling,
a human being,
both light and dark,
filled with awe and wonder;
just like you.

Just like you...

[dog]

I fell from the darkness,
of the nurturing, female womb;
into the lightness,
of this convoluted world.

Sent here, I know,
to accomplish,
something.
But just like you,
I don't know what...
Yet...Maybe, I never will...

Everything, I used to believe,
is lying about me in
shards of shattered,
cystalline illusions;
upon the cracked floor,
of my shocked and
sundered mind.

I can forgive you and them,
until the day, I die.
It is in my nature,
to do so.
But it doesn't
change a thing,
you did; or the consequences,
of your horrific choices;
that tsumanically rippled,
like a hefty boulder,
crashing into a shallow pond;
marring the surface of many lives,
not just, the one...

[dog]

I opened up,
as I rarely do.
Only to have you,
spit in my face.
Symbolically
and verbally.

That's what I get.
For trusting just anyone,
like a wandering, lost child;
searching for answers;
sharing it's experiences;
hoping to encompass,
more directioning,
or understanding,
of it's situation...

Silly me. Thinking you,
were a hallowed being;
a mentor, willing to share,
a piece of the puzzle, with me.

Question: Do all the Titans,
have feet of clay?
Demi-gods, only
in their heads?
And my overly,
creative imagination?
I mean, what the heck?

Gotta love a reality check!
Ends my out of body experience, but quick!
Brings my corporeal lead feet, right back
to terra firma, where they belong...

Reality is always a blast of fresh air!
After getting a whiff of the odiferous,
halitosed breath of a sanctimonious hypocrit!

[dog]

I have never heard God
(Yours, theirs, or mine)
speak my name in dreams
or day/night visions,
for that matter,
either...

Which isn't to say,
and doesn't mean,
he hasn't to others...

Afterall, He/She/It is intuitive enough,
to know what each of us can handle
individually; or not...

But, I do believe, passionately;
like writing poetry and prose;
the crafting of any or all,
of the creative arts-
Dreams and visions
are of the spirit world;
which belongs, first and foremost,
to God; (Yours, theirs, or mine)
the Powers That Be, of Nature;
and the sometimes, elusive Muses...

Whether, they be the One or the All,
speaking your name, instead of another's;
with a predestined, heaven sent mission.

The Heavens, speak to all of us,
in dreams and visions;
with or without the calling of names.
In all the languages and nuances, of the universe;
not just, and only yours...

[dog]

Am I the dog?
Or the dog am I?
I am both and more...
Both a bitch whore
and a whore mongering bastard
from the out back beyond of hell...

I whine! I whimper! I howl!
And every once in while, I fucking
get to smile...Which on a dog,
looks like it's baring it's teeth
just as easily...I live in a damned
if I do and damned if I don't existence...
You can't touch this fucking darkness...
It's not even worth the effort...

I'm foaming at the mouth...
I'm rabid with the nothingness
of this no pain, no gain world...
This chain, this cross, this fucking
rock of Prometheus I exist upon
is but a speck in some grand design
in the scheme of things...

But, it's the air I breathe...
The path to which for some fucking
reason, the Powers that Be,
whomever is on call up there,
at any given time...God, Allah,
Buddha, Mahatma Ghandi, Joan
of Arc, Bouda-fucking-cea, who knows?
None of them can get their heads together
and fix this fucking world of war and hunger...
And yet we extoll their all mighty virtues,
when all that can fix this world,
is the humans residing upon it...
And we're all to busy shopping
or slowly killing our ownselves,
one way or the other...

But, the gods can get together on one fucking thing...
Unto this path I am, I am going to cleave and cling...
Whether I fucking like it or not...

And perhaps, that's just the way it is...
If the reincarnationist's have it right...
This chain is my penance for some slight
I committed in another lifetime...

Great! Something to look forward to!
Perhaps, next go round at life,
I'll be born a fucking roach,
and someone will have mercy
and stomp on me quickly!

Am I the dog?
Or the dog am I?
I am both and more...
Both a bitch whore
and a whore mongering bastard
from the out back beyond of hell...

[soulfir3]

brilliant work, keep it up

[dog]

This Dark Mission
is a hostel
you do not wish
to stay in...
Pass it swiftly
as you slip by...
Do not enter...
This Dark Mission,
for the souls of the blighted
and the damned creep there,
banshees begging for extreme
unction and redemption...

This place isn't the Taj Mahal...
This is Hotel Hell, filled with the hostile
winds of reality checks,
what's real in this off it's axis
world, wobbling off kelter through space
thanks to that god damned tsunami...

These halls
are without light,
save that of the light of truth...
The truth is merciless, guileless, ugly...
Truth is, the truth is never pretty...
And the truth is not for the faint of heart...

Should you choose to ignore the warning...
You visit the Dark Mission at your own peril...
There is nothing inside this cursed building,
but the sounds of one dog, howling...
As it flesh roasts from it's very bones
in the crackling flames of a living hell...

This Dark Mission
is a hostel
you do not wish
to stay in...
Pass it swiftly
as you slip by...
Do not enter...
This Dark Mission,
for the souls of the blighted
and the damned creep there,
banshees begging for extreme
unction and redemption...



;D

[dog]

Thank you, Soul.

[dog]

Judge me, condemn me, snub me...
I don't care anymore...
For I get what I already knew, all along...
A span of several moons I forgot who I was...
Who I am...Judge me, condemn me, snub me...

I want you to...As I wish to walk these halls
of the Dark Mission, alone...No longer
vulnerable in the belief of all possibility;
that miracles can and are wrought,
no matter what happens
in this dark world
I inhabit,
or upon
the planet,
at large...

No longer,
vulnerable in the belief,
I am doing anything but walking
alone...As alone as I ever was...
Even in a crowded room...

These halls of the Dark Mission...
I walk alone...I am the pilgrim...
I am the Dark Mission...
The quest and I are one
and the same...

No one has my back,
even those with good
intentions, bless their hearts...
No one has my back
in this world...

I stand alone,
with a sprig of ivy
lying tenderly in the palm of my hand,
for good luck and not much else...
I stand alone...And I'm starving
sick of being alone...

[dog]

"I wonder (wonder)
If I'm just too much for you
Wonder (wonder)"


~lines from Buttons lyrics by The Pussycat Dolls

[dog]

I know my place
It's in the dark
Where wolves howl
Badgers growl
Snakes slither
Weasals dally and dither...
I know my place...
It's in the dark...

[DavidMc]

Smokingly dark poeming Dog. Thanks for sharing.

David

[dog]

thank you, David. and you're welcome. Dog

[dog]

i daydream of events that might yet come to be
but i put no stock in dreams of a future tomorrow
as it's always just another day of crisis and sorrows
one right after the other, over and over and over

always alone, blasted and cursedly alone
no one thinks like this hound does
no one sees what this mutt sees
no one smells the shit i smell
better to stand alone back to the wall

or better still stand in a corner
where unexpected knifeblades
cannot be twisted between my shoulder blades
by unseen or recognized as such, assailants

so many can claim to love you just before they stick it to you
and grin while your blood trickles and flows in runnels
of crimson or worse claim did i do that? while wiping
your blood from their hands across their shirt

i am the spider with the head of a barking dog
i fell from the tomb of the damned and dysfunctional
angels mercilessly yank me back from the cusp of death
time and time and time again when all i really aspire
to be anymore is a listener in the dark beyond
this dimension perhaps felt, but neither seen nor heard
my dark mission done and over, dead as a doornail

[vixen]

Dog, I totally loved this. You surely are the master of your domain. You are an amazingly talents guy. Look forward to reading the rest of your work. Always Vixen