Which came first?
the booze or the poet?
Would there be poems without pain?
would the sky never weep with rain?
Could Poe have lived without
the pain of love,
could the Marquis have lived
without the love of pain?
You mistake me Madam
for someone else
I am myself
True that I am not 'your' kind
I am honest with myself
born of the presence of mind
to know right from wrong
without some silly psalm song.
I would know how to love you
if there wasnt that indellible
wall of religion that surrounds you.
The one that separates us all.
Let us take our holy sacriments
our birthright
as one another.
drink from the waters of life.
drink from each other.
issue into our lives
a brand new day
when words have no meaning
nothing more to say
when a gaze and a smile
is all thats needed.
I may be a dreamer
but I'm not the only one.
Samael Wolf
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/booze-and-poetry/
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