the itsy bitsy spider
the echoing residue of lives forgotten or tossed aside
trash
the air is thick and uncomfortable
blinding and back-breaking
the great expectation
hanging and hovering
caught in the web
lilith cursed for refusing to submit to her fella
she was defective
choirs of prepubescent boys
sing to the love and honor
of adam
the desperate clingy eve
on a midsummer night
fruit in hand
forgetting the first
the equal
the wife who refused to consent
pissing off the god of the twelve tribes
a dash of mockery smiling
the over-zealous feminine
with too many opinions and demands
now spinning webs
chasing flies for the remainder of eternity
painted in the color of demons
the succubus with wet red lips
tempting promising with glances of lust and hunger
mouth watering
she was just too much woman for to keep
wild and unruly
enjoying herself more than her man
defining the core truth alone
the independence of nations settled in her heart
she refused weakness
the poor adam
a partner of opinions and legs laced together
no seed could be planted in that fertile land
echoes of begging
the god of the jews
the el
the big boss
the man of the hour waiting
the cycles set in
spring turned to summer
summer into fall
and god deemed him worthy
the creation of eve
the warm waters
the gift of the ignorant gal
made of the flesh
forced love and hope
there would be no intermission
no illusion
no trust
no light
o, what a stupid creature
so easily manipulated by nature
using sex
the twisting writhing hips of lust and power
feeding the forbidden fruit
fucking into senslessness
the power held in the warmth between her legs
a weapon of mass destruction
no escape
bound together in rejection
faces behind masks
hide and go seek
with the omnipotent
the creature of all good and bad
every knowing
the land of milk and honey is just a time of conception moving through all
and embracing life
and love
and hope
and fear
disasters and earthquakes
until one day the oxygen runs out
the physical rots down to sweetness
we are granted now
chasing after what you have is an attempt to hold light
the silly games
the power struggles
the need for different
for more and more
it is inside
between the nucleolus and electrons
the subatomic space
is a jazz club full of smoke and pretense
asking permission for pardons
an unnecessary task
passing the buck
absolving actions and inaction
promising a reprieve from guilt
acquired through moments of apathy
the love story of human birth found in leather binding
bought and sold
the lifetime original movie
with the twist and turns of a damn good drama
mother eve set us up
lilth ran too far
adam is now growing weed
while the christ sits on a beach in florida drinking a corona and jello shots
a liberation in motel rooms
halos for sale in on street corners, jack
there is a good deal of toxicity and loathing left over and put on ice
hell for the masses lake of fire and all
fear is not faith
faith is not afraid
lilith whispers in the ears of women at night
giving them tthe strength to fight
there will be a day when faith is not needed to determine action and feelings
the men will laugh and the ladies will play
dancing under the stars lunar spotlight