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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.

Who Are You?

Well they’re lining up
To mad dog your tilta-whirl
3 shots for a dollar
Win a real live doll

All the lies that you tell
I believed them so well
Take them back
Take them back to your red house
For that fearful leap
Into the dark

I did my time
In the chill of your arms
Now Ophelia wants to know
Where she should turn

Tell me…what did you do,
What did you do the last time?
Why don’t you do that?

Go on ahead and take this the wrong way
Time’s not your friend

Do you cry?
Do you pray?
Do you wish them away?

Are you still leaving nothing
But bones in the wake?
Did you bury the carnivore?
Lions and all
Excuse me while I sharpen my nails

And just who are you this time?
You look rather tired
(Who drinks from your shoe?)
Are you pretending to love?
Well, I hear that it pays well

How do your pistol
And your Bible
And your sleeping pills go?
Are you still jumping out of windows,
In expensive clothes?

Well I fell in love
With your sailor’s mouth
And your wounded eyes

You better get down on the floor
Don’t you know this is war
Tell me who are you this time?

Tell me who are you this time?

==Tom Waits


Incomplete and alone
No superstitions that work
Grandma’s morals decades old
Darkness haunts me

Alone in my car
Sunroof wind and sun
Black wing-tip gulls
Circling dozens up high

Floating in the universe
On the blue sky
Tectonic mountain front
Home at last

Such a lucky boy
In love with earth
Never lonely
Never alone

Home at last

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

You lose yourself you reappear

Can I be reclaimed from the place I fade into?
Under the weight of survival
In the shadow of competition
Under the lust of power
Never again the crying boy

I go sleep in the mountains in the shade of nature
Under the watch of the Universe
In the sound of wind
Under the light of sun
A Myrddin trance

A field mouse quits fighting another
Over a seed
And sees the stars
What are the stars?

“You lose yourself you reappear you suddenly find you’ve got nothing to fear” ==Bob Dylan

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

The most profound accomplishment

I twist like a weasel
Slipping through razor mesh
Picturing kings and loves
And power

As control is arrested
It squeals like an entitled prince
And spits upon the wall of power
Screaming untamed lust

I crawl inside pussies
Like a lord returning
Disregarding the other actors
Intoxicated, I am amazing

I argue with the learned
As if I was born knowing
And advise others
Of things I do not know

I cheat my way onward
Take credit for flukes
I fine tune my format
Disregarding content

Pulling Rabbits from hats
I pretend their words are mine
I get lost in the fat-ass of vanity
Seeking an original thought

Presenting falsely to the world
Hating them for not seeing me
I hide behind my false self
They cannot find me

I kneel daily
Prostrate on the floor
I beg from my source
“Please help me”

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

Rambling Man

Oh, naive little me
Asking what things you have seen
You’re vulnerable in your head
You’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead

Creatures veiled by night
Following things that aren’t right
And they’re tired and they need to be led
Or you’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

Beaten, battered and cold
My children will live just to grow old
But if I sit here and weep
I’ll be blown over by the slightest of breeze

And the weak need to be led
And the tender I’ll carry to their bed
And it’s a pale and cold affair
I’ll be damned if I’ll be found there

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

It’s funny how the first chords you come to
Are the minor notes that come to serenade you
It’s hard to accept yourself as someone
You don’t desire as someone you don’t want to be

Oh, give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am
Oh, give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am


Never to be chained again

I sold my soul
For a new ego

I gave away my 61 Travelall and 69 Harley for $900
And bought an 85 Maxima on payments
And wore slacks to work

Reckless destruction ensued
Of all I held dear
I took a role behind the curtain
Made tiny by fear

I hid in the unseen
Of the mainstream

After a month
I sold the Maxima
And bought a 1977 Ford LTD
With faded paint and rust
I installed an electric fuel pump
And drove it around

Look at me
Spiraling down
Broken chains flailing

One day
The false ego crumbled
The remnants of my soul awoke
And rose
Never to be chained again
Never to be chained again

© 2015 Martin H Wilde