SATAN IS REAL, BUT I DON'T CARE
BadBoy666
Because I've already been t that crossroads and made my deal with th other guy.
So why should I worry bout some hellhounds on my trail ?
I'm not so sure about th rest of us though; that's your deal....
william routhier
BadBoy666 wrote:
see, I've been to the crossroads and I didn't sell my soul to anybody, I
just walked straight ahead and from then on in, nobody - living, dead,
devil or saviour - has ever made up my mind for me.
Bill Routhier
BadBoy666
that crossroads is there for everyone....i made my deal so i would no longer be
fair game for anybody, and Legba was tempting me like never before when that
deal went down....so spread peace, and follow your own path
william routhier
BadBoy666 wrote:
who's legba, exactly?
Bill Routhier
(cool name, legba)
BadBoy666
Legba, aka Satan, Scratch, The Devil, The Prince of Darkness, etc.
In th old delta blues folklore he was known as Legba.
Craig
johnhenry
FAVOURITE COLOUR (being an anachronism in six stanzas with chorus)
I've leather binding on my shelves, fine china, ancient stone. my carpets
travel far across the earth. grand frames capture my paintings, laced with
golden leaf. the taxman's never known what it's all worth. full acres of lush
greenery surround these favoured rooms a yellowed piece of paper calls
my own. contained in brick & ironwork, to dismay the simple thief,
I tell the world I want to be alone.
but I do not have a favourite colour.
I've tried them all & not one seems to please.
I do not have a favourite colour. I require a shade no one else sees.
now velvet draperies hang upon these onamental walls, mahogany clear cut
for Xanadu. my lady's lips are rosy, her starless eyes are clear, but I cannot
reconcile the sky with blue. & every flower of orchid known graces my garden
path. spectrums of the tropic fill my sight. I've turned all things near to my
will, with tinted panes of mirror & still, I require an unknown form of light.
I do not have a favourite colour.
I've tried them all & not one seems to please.
I do not have a favourite colour. I require a shade no one can see.
I harbour all ambition, much as lesser souls daydream. mere rainbows never
faze my willful eyes. crystalline refractions, precious gemstone beams, make
no impression, not even surprise. were I this world's Creator, there'd be some
changes made. I've done my best to fix it where I can. multitudes of creatures
live beneath my secret steel wing. all corners of the earth have felt my hand.
yet I do not have a favourite colour.
I've tried them all & not one seems to please.
I'm blessed with perfect vision & with the Midas touch. I lack only a sceptre,
crown & throne. daily I work miracles of commerce with a word. of towering
skylines, I'm the cornerstone. but I leave colour choices to an overpaid elite.
I've no taste for a ponderous decor. pretentions of the artist I find tiresome,
or absurd: fit to divide my interiors from my streets. & "everyone's an actor,
& all the world's a stage!" - or so I hear when my laughter dies down!
my world's a painted lady, no lady as the curtains fall! I've also heard...
"the whole world loves a clown!"
I will not have a favourite colour. I require a shade where no one sees.
for centuries my anchor's fallen just out of sight of shore. I've conquered
continents without a shot. the nations gently weaken, like potter's supple
clay, where I direct the finger of my woeful caveat! & I've enlisted minions
from every race & ceed, conducting dancing footsteps with a universal skill.
my armies wear the uniform of envy, want, & greed, until I dress them for
parade, & then & not until, I launch a thousand faces, to launch a million
ships - they've scribbled every word of every thought I have made known.
my best work, done in silence, was on Judas' quivering lips,
but there remains an act I'll play alone...
one day I'll don the mantle I know I was made to own! I'll wear it for the
hour as I please. & all the world I'll handle, with my most royal scorn, as
one by one I send them to their knees! I'll step forth from this castle, upon
a trail of bones, & make an entrance in fair sovereign style - to seize misery
its company, & teach my fear with joy. the world will know the sweet love
of Belial.
& I will become my favourite colour. I will become the shade no one dare see.
I will become my favourite colour. I will come forth, & I will aim to please!
-johnhenry (c) 1992 - all rights reserved.
william routhier
johnhenry wrote:
very cool post. Great writing, John.
Bill R.
BadBoy666
Yes, very well put, johnhenry. Hope ya don't mind if I print a copy.
(personally, i like blue)