BEW

BEW

Beloved 

Screaming Volcano Goddess’s AA

A Muse A A

She knows things secret things 

Things he doesn’t even want to know 

She knows where the poetry is hidden 

Inside of my black box 

Hidden on the bottom 

Of the crimson sea of bloody dreams 

Where the nightmares 

My mother rode to hell on hide 

Till I’m ready to follow her 

Into the darkness 

Till I’m ready to ride 

Alone forever 

Along my obsidian beach  

black volcanic glass spheres for sand 

Symphonies beneath the feet 

The island of the nightmares 

Even demons fear to ride 

Drinking my desire 

Eating my dreams 

Of a sex crime incarnate 

My cock covered with gasoline 

Leading me to the land of cum and honey 

Begging me to cum in her mouth 

If I cum give her my money 

She’ll suck my soul 

Out of the tip of my cock 

If I cum to her with my stash 

Harvested only from the nectar 

Extracted from the flower  

pressed between her thighs 

The flowers pressed between the pages  

of Mudea’s holy books 

She smiles too easily  

to be as innocent as she looks 

She assures me it’s nothing personal  

She’s done everything by the book 

She’s hanging off the end of my prick  

like little mermaids on a captain’s hook 

She just donned her habit  

She doesn’t even like sucking cock 

This is strictly business  

to fund the cult of the volcanic rock 

I grab her by her ears and hair 

Fuck her face till she pukes 

And she looks like a nubile 15-year-old girl  

instead of a woman of 22 

And she too damned evil  

to be so cute 

I’m waiting for the moment she gags  

so, I can cum on cue 

But she doesn’t stop when I let go 

Because it’s all she’s knows how to do 

She blows like a pro so she keeps worshiping 

My cock covered with her own vomit 

I comment that I’m haunted  

still, I cum in her mouth 

And she swallows  

as if this where TRUE LOVE 

As if she and I where the Dread Pirate  

and Princess Buttercup 

Eating me alive 

Swallowing my soul like a sword 

Eating my worlds 

Swallowing Vomit, Cum, Cock 

The shattered shards of pride in a blow job well done. 

Meandering deep within me  

a guardian sleeps 

Armed with a sword of lies  

sheathed in a skin of deceit. 

Corrupting the youth of God land  

like Socrates of ancient Greece 

Nectar of obsession 

Sweetmeat fife of Pan 

Burning water of cool wisdom  

let me drink till I am Greek 

Let me drink till I am drunk with truth  

told by children and fools 

Till I am honestly drunk enough to regurgitate the truth 

So, drunk I vomit from within my depths a garden 

Of delicate onyx colored flaming roses 

Frozen fire of a thousand tongues 

Licking me like 

The Dog Star that I am. 

She assures me these words I write are ripe 

and sacred as holy as names 

I the rising liquid wind  

the burning monks black flame. 

desire meeting with thunderclaps  

collisions of naked flesh 

I the black flame that licks your wings  

with liquid lightning’s kiss 

The Sweet sweat salty storm 

Tongues to nipples skulls to crotch 

Let’s get drunk and fuck 

Let’s go on a killing spree 

natural born killers is what we are  

you cannot hide from me 

I have tattoos just like Mickey  

will you Mallory 

I want to park my car in your garage 

But I don’t have a car  

and you don’t have a garage 

I want to park my motorcycle in your parking space 

But I wrecked that thang years ago 

Besides there’s an white Arabian  

carrousel horse there already 

And he just took a shit on my flowers 

They shoot horses, shoot horses, shoot horses  

don’t they? they shoot horses don’t they 

For the pollen of the dark roses  

the children’s dreams they eat. 

All the while the young enchantress 

Whispers to her Sister sage 

Bring him to our nightmare forest  

let him sheath his rusted blade 

In my cave of flesh and wetness 

eat my flower stem and thorns 

Summon lighting from the black tree  

constellations being born 

swimming around inside of you 

Because you asked for a womb with a view…… 

of the void, you invented Bew, 

And there are rumors in heaven now  

that you are planning a coup 

so soon, we’ll all use your name in vain, 

new crusaders in the name of Bew. 

Bew the Screaming Volcano Goddess 

Bew the faithless goddess 

who doesn’t believe in any of this stuff any way. 

Bew the goddess that married the grateful dead head 

BEW when  I pull my fingers from the folded fleshy cave 

between the skin of your nightmare forest. 

I noticed you had soaked them with  

“new car smell for the soul “and “cyber coffee”. 

BEW you called your own name in vain when you came 

……all over my “great big cock made of spirit.” 

you cum screaming you own name  

cumming and “gone as a fast death”. 

OH BEW! OH BEW! OH BEW! 

“And I know there is a heaven” 

Hidden within ripening hearts, 

flowering children light of night 

tie her to another her lover. 

the toy horse drunk and shrunk 

he weeps for not his dreams dark moonless forgot  

Without desire for her naked flesh. 

her breath reeks of sex and death  

She’s dancing naked over me now 

So now, I will know where to look for her 

Where to look inside of myself for her 

Essence of insanity. 

Bew di ism 

Bew dao 

Bew dist 

Bew tiful 

Bew the Screaming Volcano Goddess  

of the she-bews and the he-bews  

Yes if you act now  

we will crucify you to a steel beam cross, 

crown you with a razor wire crown of thorns 

and if you return within 3 days,  

you will be worshipped as, 

that’s right. king of the fucking Bews. 

Now you have the opportunity 

to get in where you fit in on the ground floor 

of the next cult to rule  

the hearts and minds of humanity. 

You too can become  

“the opiate of the masses” 

and a tax shelter for the upper classes 

Bew the temple less 

Bew the lawless 

Bew the fem-Nazi 

Bew the goddess of braided pit hair 

Bew the goddess of flaming pussy farts 

Bew THE Goddess with THE Burning Bush. 

Bew the goddess of the finger 

Bew the goddess with the mutha’ fuckin’ attitude 

Bew the piss me off  

and I’ll burn you to less than ash 

Screaming……  

Volcano……  

Goddess ……  

We now return you to your regularly scheduled psychic enema 

thank you for worshipping Bew. 

(I’m gonna burn that god right out of my hair  

I’m gonna burn that god right out of my hair 

I’m gonna burn that god right out of my hair 

I’m gonna burn…..) 

repeat 108 times. 

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