Another taste of things to come benign

For so long have I waited for the taste of your juice on my lips
Dreamt of your body to crush mine in its loving arms of cloud and rain
Pierce me with your lighting bolts and feed me to your baying thunder hounds
To rub my hands through your wondrous hair of angels.
Cutting it when you slept like Salome of old
Having for the taking your strength of a thousand men
Bringing up some angel of destiny and putting her on the spot
Grilling her to get to God
Come near Oh Father, I cannot hear you.
I have old mans hair and its full of knots
Chop it up finely and feed it to your cats
Scrawling and screaming over mans suffering
Licking up the blood of the dead and dying on the battlefields of hell
This earth.
Wondrous as it sprouts from our beyond as real as Puff the Dragon
Believe in me and I am here says God.
Believe in the work and it exists.
Have no believe, not in yourself, not in God and not in the world.
Belief is of the mind and the mind is the supreme joker
Tricking you many ways into the labyrinth of thought
Once in to be trapped forever or until you see its absurdity 
Unreal and laugh in its face.
No way out because there is nothing to escape from or to
Realise this and you are free