SOUL OF SATYR
I would come blushing, shy at the sight
To all those that witnessed the morning.
Was there by the old stone, the dawning twilight
The pipes played to herald his calling.
I'd wandered through barley and fields made of honey
My feet slow from thorns in the hedgerow.
Id tangled my words to a sound so absurd
Trod a path only harlots and fools know.
Then, out from the green, a sight so obscene
As to dazzle my mind with its thrust.
With a phallus so huge, so extraordinary rude
Dressed in daisies and dew drops of lust.
Such a sight to behold , so incredibly bold
In panic, I feel from my perch.
And dropped to the ground with my head ringing loud
Regaining my gaze with a lurch.
Such an awkward young man, before the Great God Pan
All tangled and twisted of fate
Full of shame and illusions, riddles, confusions
Lost in muddles of puddles, irrate.
I screamed at his presence, despising his essence
This is your fault, for you are to blame.
For all of my blunders and love torn asunder
You tricked us all with your masterful games.
'Whom me' he said smiling, so sly and beguiling
His laughter like hail stones and tears.
'I simply was summoned, from beyond the old mound
I've been waiting for hundreds of years.'
'What do you mean' i screamed louder, all puff and all powder
It was magic and wonder id claimed.
Not torture, nightmares, deceit, and affairs
That made me and my love both insane.
It was wonder and wit, the flame that was lit
When we fastened our hands by this rock
We swore to be true, as we sipped morning dew
Not this poison of mighty hemlock
Now all stands in tatters, broken and battered
Like lightning, it's struck with a flame.
What had we done to hurt you, twist you, disturb you
Did we ever say your name in vain?
'Of course not,' he shouted with lips wide and pouted.
'It was you who claimed magic and love.'
'So I put you to the test, to see who's the best
If the crow could lay down with the dove.'
For isn't love bitter as tea made from mud
The sky blue, the earth mottled brown.
And isn't it true, if only you knew
That the moon shines as night gathers round
And what of the moth and you with your cough
Both purging the sickness within.
Of plagues on this earth, a new child's birth
Defeated, for someone must win.
And you, with your coins, the fruit of your loins
While others alone, left and starving.
In your new pair of shoes, you danced with the muse
And the beggar you blessed just a farthing.
The pain and the pleasure they both live together
In the house called the dream of your life
And isn't it better to love, then to hate her
yet still be called husband and wife.
All the secrets you've hidden and all your good riddance
Like a seed that will one day take over.
The holly and ivy that bound you together
With the luck of this four-leaf clover.
So this riddle and rhyme we play throughout time
Is not split like a pea from a pod.
There is not only heaven but hell on this earth
A devil whom some say a god.
For i am the ALL. the Master and Fool
I'm the lie and the truth that's within.
The madman and wizard, the blessing and blizzard
The scapegoat and pauperus king.
Who abides in the gutter amongst all the clutter
As the whores drown, with their bottles of gin
And try as they might to drown out the night
And disguise with a mask what's within.
I'm the fly on the wall that stands ten feet tall
And laughs at the games that you play.
When you claim to be light but are owned by the night,
Can't you see that it's all just the same?
So don't blame me for your choices, the incessant voices
That heckle you trapped in this cage.
It was you that fell over the white cliffs of Dover
And broke all the blessings i gave.
'But fear not', he said laughing. 'Here's some clothes to look daft in'.
'For everything is but a game.'
'You cannot castrate me, i care not if you hate me
As I tickle the hand, you call fate.'
'So lay down beside me, forget all your worries
and remember that we are the same.'
'Both love and lover, sister and brother
Both sides of a coin with no name.'
No sooner he'd spoken, the spell had been broken
As I lay at the foot of the rock.
Had I been but dreaming this mysterious weaving
Still alarmed from the size of his cock.
I too laughed and giggled, fidgeted, and wiggled
At how profane and yet holy he is.
Soul of Satyr i am, all father, all Pan
Lost and found in a life that is His.
To all those that witnessed the morning.
Was there by the old stone, the dawning twilight
The pipes played to herald his calling.
I'd wandered through barley and fields made of honey
My feet slow from thorns in the hedgerow.
Id tangled my words to a sound so absurd
Trod a path only harlots and fools know.
Then, out from the green, a sight so obscene
As to dazzle my mind with its thrust.
With a phallus so huge, so extraordinary rude
Dressed in daisies and dew drops of lust.
Such a sight to behold , so incredibly bold
In panic, I feel from my perch.
And dropped to the ground with my head ringing loud
Regaining my gaze with a lurch.
Such an awkward young man, before the Great God Pan
All tangled and twisted of fate
Full of shame and illusions, riddles, confusions
Lost in muddles of puddles, irrate.
I screamed at his presence, despising his essence
This is your fault, for you are to blame.
For all of my blunders and love torn asunder
You tricked us all with your masterful games.
'Whom me' he said smiling, so sly and beguiling
His laughter like hail stones and tears.
'I simply was summoned, from beyond the old mound
I've been waiting for hundreds of years.'
'What do you mean' i screamed louder, all puff and all powder
It was magic and wonder id claimed.
Not torture, nightmares, deceit, and affairs
That made me and my love both insane.
It was wonder and wit, the flame that was lit
When we fastened our hands by this rock
We swore to be true, as we sipped morning dew
Not this poison of mighty hemlock
Now all stands in tatters, broken and battered
Like lightning, it's struck with a flame.
What had we done to hurt you, twist you, disturb you
Did we ever say your name in vain?
'Of course not,' he shouted with lips wide and pouted.
'It was you who claimed magic and love.'
'So I put you to the test, to see who's the best
If the crow could lay down with the dove.'
For isn't love bitter as tea made from mud
The sky blue, the earth mottled brown.
And isn't it true, if only you knew
That the moon shines as night gathers round
And what of the moth and you with your cough
Both purging the sickness within.
Of plagues on this earth, a new child's birth
Defeated, for someone must win.
And you, with your coins, the fruit of your loins
While others alone, left and starving.
In your new pair of shoes, you danced with the muse
And the beggar you blessed just a farthing.
The pain and the pleasure they both live together
In the house called the dream of your life
And isn't it better to love, then to hate her
yet still be called husband and wife.
All the secrets you've hidden and all your good riddance
Like a seed that will one day take over.
The holly and ivy that bound you together
With the luck of this four-leaf clover.
So this riddle and rhyme we play throughout time
Is not split like a pea from a pod.
There is not only heaven but hell on this earth
A devil whom some say a god.
For i am the ALL. the Master and Fool
I'm the lie and the truth that's within.
The madman and wizard, the blessing and blizzard
The scapegoat and pauperus king.
Who abides in the gutter amongst all the clutter
As the whores drown, with their bottles of gin
And try as they might to drown out the night
And disguise with a mask what's within.
I'm the fly on the wall that stands ten feet tall
And laughs at the games that you play.
When you claim to be light but are owned by the night,
Can't you see that it's all just the same?
So don't blame me for your choices, the incessant voices
That heckle you trapped in this cage.
It was you that fell over the white cliffs of Dover
And broke all the blessings i gave.
'But fear not', he said laughing. 'Here's some clothes to look daft in'.
'For everything is but a game.'
'You cannot castrate me, i care not if you hate me
As I tickle the hand, you call fate.'
'So lay down beside me, forget all your worries
and remember that we are the same.'
'Both love and lover, sister and brother
Both sides of a coin with no name.'
No sooner he'd spoken, the spell had been broken
As I lay at the foot of the rock.
Had I been but dreaming this mysterious weaving
Still alarmed from the size of his cock.
I too laughed and giggled, fidgeted, and wiggled
At how profane and yet holy he is.
Soul of Satyr i am, all father, all Pan
Lost and found in a life that is His.
