Stream Of Consciousness Poem by Samael Wolf

Cold night
winds blow
snow coming
blanket white

no fire
all alone
even in
this happy home

hope of love
and those I hate
keep me alive
to this date

fight to live
live to love
there in no help
that comes from above

no fire about
the fires within
seething passion
must do without

someday to begin
to writhe in ecstasy
spiritual joy
bonding flesh

carnal feast
never stopping
its all release
human beasts

demonic gods
drift back
to the ancient
soil we trod

feet in two worlds
you are my valkyrie
I can never see
beyond thee

together we soar
high to the mountains
down to the valleys
we awake, still writhing

each other is all
we can see
our world is each other
I awake, as usual

alone as can be.