Category Archives: Marty Wilde

Im Dyin Lord

They call it depression
In the looking glass
I do not know
I call it the path

Emotional healing
And I can’t complain
I’m looking up ahead
An approaching train

It stops to get me
And I climb aboard
It takes me down
To the place that I’m…

Dying Lord
I’m dying Lord
Said I’m dying Lord

I’m Dying Lord
Emotional upheaval
Said I’m dying Lord

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

The Authentic Offering

Communion with the Great Primal Other is made possible through an authentic sacrifice or offering. It is not necessary that the offering be perfect, but it is essential that the offering is authentic.

The authentic offering makes it possible to move from literal space to ritual space. It is in ritual space that the Great Primal Other can provide the energy that powers the spiritual transformation.

THE LIE OF ROMANCE

Of all the lies we’re fed
on which we gorge in our comfort-addicted world,
none is more insidious than the lie of romance,
the seductive but infantile notion
that somewhere there exists
someone to complement us in every way
someone who will make us complete.

Of course,
this illusion keeps us
from ever being complete in and of ourselves,
and eventually encourages us
to despise our shortcomings, our flaws,
everything in which our humanity lies.

Our humanity, without which, of course,
we are nothing.

Life is Short (music)

Life is short
She said

Life’s too short
He said

Too short to feel
Too short to wait

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me, my friend?

Life is short
She said
Wanna do what I wanna do
Don’t want to wait

Life’s too short
He said
Don’t wanna feel
Life’s too short
He said

Life too short
Too short to wait
Too short to suffer
Too short to love

Life is long
So, so long
So, so long
So long my friend

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

LUST AND FOUND (MUSIC)

Air flight, float down
See the trailer, outskirts town
Find the floozies in the gowns
His oil soaked undies, lust and found

Jism chasm, she’s so fine
Cosmetology’s fine line
Paint it up to sell it high
Twist the colon of your mind

Vicious love, to make it pay
Angry pity cries today
It never matters, what you say
Lust-and-found the game you play

Side slip, vacant eyes
Angry pity, fearless cries
Use them up, and down your thighs
Its only time, ‘Til they get wise

To make it through and not get caught
Just shut your mouth, like you were taught
And sell your love, for nick-nacks bought
The lust and found, where safety’s sought

Downtown
Smiles abound
Sell your soul
Lust and found

© 2015 Martin H Wilde