He was lying banged and battered, skewered

and bleeding talking crippled on the Cross

Was his mind reeling and heaving

hallucinating fleeing what a loss

The things he hadn't touched or kissed

his senses slowly stripped away

Not like Buddha not like Vishnu

life wouldn't rise through him again

I find it easy to believe

That he might question his beliefs

The Beginning of the Last Temptation

Dime Store Mystery

The duality of nature, Godly nature, human nature

splits the soul

Fully human, fully divine and divided

the great immortal soul

Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites attract

From the front, the side, the back

The mind itself attacks

I know this feeling, I know it from before

Descartes through Hegel

Belief is never sure

Dime Store Mystery, Last Temptation

I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering

the Mysteries of Life

Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering

the Mysteries of Life

There's a funeral tomorrow at St Patrick's

the bells will ring for you

What must you have been thinking

when you realized the time had come for you

I wish I hadn't thrown away my time

on so much Human

and so much less Divine

The end of the Last Temptation

The end of a Dime Store Mystery