Oak McIlwain

Picnics are fun when women run, naked into the flames
Glorified, I almost died when I saw the snake clearly
Scales and all. Standing tall upon the altar
Give her a set of wings; Set aflame her holy halo

A journey that starts at the base
Working in dismay all the way up through the crust
I’ve told a lie; so boldly. I’ve begun to cry; dissolving slowly.
It’s just a mix you know. Whatever has been will come again.
In miracles we must trust.

Governed by the demons is the part in me most true.
For I in me is I in you.
Guaranteed a peaceful end. There is no need to pretend
Creatures all, great and small come to bathe beneath my hollows.
The one that sees; truly free, Is the one that never follows.

In the middle of an endless field
The picnic rug becomes a shield
Against this harsh and terrible world

A world of eyes it has become.
A world where no one sees the sun.
It’s time to turn away,
From the rug,
From the field,
From the endless stream of nonsense
Dripping from the dark hole in the guts of humanity.

An open heart will dance and sing. Any beggar can now be king.

Oh the Muslims
Oh the Muslims
Don’t let them take your land
Of the devil worship they are learned

Oh the Muslims
Don’t leave your cattle untended
Not for human pleasure are they intended.

Thine holiest of Jews
Thine holiest of the lord’s sheep and lamb
In the ass I pillage thee
Thine ass of holiest loins and quiver I do

The thought of it snapping
And the rotten flesh spilling through
To my loins; oh joy of joys

Is it not a shame that no octopus
Has seen the tentacle porn
Oh the shame you useless and unworthy octopi
I taunt you with the tentacles

In the name of the beaver
The lover and receiver of Karl’s rod
Jealous is the rails evangelist
He thinks there is gold glittering
But finds only a placid dildo strap

In the hind quarters you are pillaged
In the hind quarters
The ownzone is your home
Stay there; do not roam

Is there a race?
Oh holy and secure lord.
Is thine the race of superiority?
Those that drink the golden syrup
Are fed by your greatness

Above and beyond the dome of royalty
I see a beggar; in rags he is clothed
His name is your mother or fatty
Whatever takes your fancy?

So be told now nooblets
It is heresy to be a slave to yourself
Let go of those earthly bonds
And turn to the art of slaughter

Just a creature in the swamp
Never mind a childs trump
Can never give whatever is…
To be in time and time to be

Survival is my only friend
In two devised when hives pretend
It is the life of one and only
Only one to be so lonely!

A cavern in my mind to be
a lonely stroll around the meet
Avoidance lives in dancing games
to play would be a rare delight

Only pain - merely fright
you are digging into my side
On the left ; the only path
You are here (right) beside my
Stifled laughter in abundance

My mind is liquid
Only shaping allows negating
Of interest is the rythms I speak
Betwix the light in you i keep