feed me

I - the beginning life gathers around food, eat as much as you want and it is called gluttony but it is never too much said the glutton spirit. i have been called worse before, don’t mind me, swats an aimless ghost away – you’re in the way. and glutton settled into the couch within the heart, for the door was left quite open: hear, hear the soul within called - i want food, more, a feast, dining, luxury, anyone? glutton heard from afar, it was such a sweet voice, the inside was even finer - so much to work on, to devour, like a hungry ghost, it nearly sang - nearly for shutting up for now was cunning, best not to alert the host that one has come to dwell. let it go on thinking this is all from the stars being aligned, good genes, wonderful environment, things like that, but not a spiritual attack, never that, might send the wrong signal truth be told, the host had doubts - what if hell was real? nah, pah - and still the nagging sensation, smoke without fire, some things defy explanations, he has seen some weird shit, to know the difference between tricks, super natural, a sound within his stomach, a pain, i need, i want, i do anything for … … and the host sang, danced till night became morning, and the plates kept on coming, meals after meals, slowly became lust, pride, a family reunion in the making when more is never enough. let's add spice. II - the external world in the mundane boring world, the baits are scattered all about, don’t cluster admonished the fisherman, there is something for every fish! ??? the hateful spirit cast a disapproving look on flesh, bends it just a little, a slight wiggle, wiggly worms, wiggly serotonin, wiggly limbic system turning red, a fisherman's job is a hard life, fishing barely turns a profit these days, the cards are stacked badly, richness never came this way - this is a losing game, and i am just a fish among men, a bait i eat, that miserable paycheck, a boss reels me in. the man lost interest in a job that fed just enough: became a public nuisance, took up signs that the world was coming to an end, that everything was rigged, rebel, rebel. it seemed like a good slogan, so very inventive, the law enforcers did not see it that way. and got thrown into a cell. a lying ghost whispered to the prisoner who found a tall tale to tell the judge, who was quite open to ideas, what is it? and the man was inspired by memories he never had, by experiences he never lived, knowledge taken from another time: it all boils down to this he told the inquiring juries - i am a victim, ransacked by the greedy corporation, the top guys, they're the real culprits, you know it, you see it, began to weave a stunning story that made hearts tremble for it was mixed with lies, truth, lies within truths, truths within lies till nothing was sure anymore … … soon was a free man once again. III - metaphysics explained who says lying is bad? baits of many kinds, the devil cast his net long, wide and deep. he’s got to be the best at catching humans, swaying, distorting, levelling the playing field is what he tells the maker. my ways are more succulent than your ways, see for yourself. and men, women, kids, teenagers they all took a slice of pie from the one called the father of lies, or angel of light - there doesn't that feel better when you are named martyr even if you nothing of that sort? see … … it is already working, you're relaxed, calm, happiness flows in your blood, it is the same offering i give said the angel when i wore a different face take it - now, real sacrifice, love, genuine products cost something, ouch, real angels get spurned, what they gave - did not seem quite so savory, a humility, truth, compassion, gentleness they get stomped by the hideous beast whose might amazes the audience! IV - the outcome they drew near to the beast whose roar was terror, held power - that's all it matters and as the crowd drew near, so too did the beast. felt such presence, such strength, such greatness, then one by one, like soldiers following orders each and every one of them shoved the weak, dismantled honor, grace, love - called it the traits of fools. they walked like toddlers, and daddy smiled, except daddy was a lot more magnificent, i want to be just like daddy, the toddler wrestled with each other to be top dog, and daddy just smiled - you'll never in all eternity have my pride. later on the same folks would praise saints: fools while alive, it's odd how fast the labels change when death takes place. suddenly the crocodile tears, suddenly the change in alignment. suddenly the repentance when there is no cost, just an outward appearance of a conniving group reaching, taking, usurping heaven because they refuse to be embarking with what is repulsive to the flesh, this is seduction behind the scenes, you never see her smile, her smirk, her cold calculation, for a sea of lake and fire is myth. is it not? for it the mind, the heart, the soul truly believed in that hellish place, it would be a lot harder to tempt, to deceive, when the stakes are real, but children draw close to fairy tales, it is safety, it is irresponsibility, and the adults were children as far as seduction was concerned! V the aftermath it’s the best thing ever they all said before the total bill came about. then one by one, life gets reeled in, from the river lethe: they no longer remember spiritual gems, no longer aware a soul resides within a shell, the shell is the temporary, the to be discarded, the husk to be shed in time, saw only in terms of what animals can see - the evident, the now, the future that think they control. i am free, i eat, i drink, i am merry, i won. feed me: and they grew fat, turgid, swollen, ripe filled with wanton lust, always hungry, always searching, always wanting, never actually full - that's what makes vices so addictive: the prey never detaches, till the jaws snap. feed the spirits. and spirits are immortal, they can wait patiently, they know the end and beginning, now they wait, the light extinguished, ember gone cold, salt water no longer salty, i am only human you know - the fat, turgid, lifeless life spoke. now the spirits just need to reel them in, for they no longer resist.