Rivers of Delight
What a glorious ride in the rivers of delight.
What a feeling in the face of impending turmoil,
to feel the adrenaline running through my veins
with its electric currents flavored with saccharine,
running through my heart and jolting my senses
and speaking to the ear of my fragile soul,
What a feeling, of pleasure running to me,
its initial surging from the mouth of
the beast of guile with a taste of
the devil’s perfume
lingering upon my lips,
flooding my mouth with his sweet rain
and igniting the discs of my spine
as I gathered up more power in my spirit,
then taking me with the current through
the jungles of intrigue and danger,
into an exotic garden where I could smell
the roses and mingle with the whores of Gomorrah
while building up a stronghold in my system
and feeling the power moving through me,
the new me that grew out of the old me,
With my sword as my vehicle
I shall rule the world.
I shall dominate my other feeble self
that lives in my soul and
never come back again. No never!
