Past readers of Moses' aching, bitter, raging philosophical poetry will not be disappointed by new offerings such as "Hell Was Made for People like You" and "Nothing Sacred Could Be Applied to Her", which rampage exquisitely alongside previous touchstones such as "Our Love Fell Like Hitler's Dream" and "You Gave Me A Virus".
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Coming Off Me in Waves
Can't you feel the energy?
Coming off me in waves:
When I touch you - when I kiss you -
When I do anything with you?
Can't you feel it bouncing off the walls,
Deflecting here and there so quickly
That you can hardly see it? -
But you can perceive it - you can absorb it -
You can take comfort from it.
Do you detect an electrical discharge
On your skin every time we connect? -
Embellishing your aura with a
Festival of lights like a
Legion of fairies kissing you everywhere simultaneously?
I can feel your energy
Coming off you in waves:
Enveloping me, soothing me, ravishing me.
I don't know how two souls can sustain
This gargantuan influx of energy without
Being blown out of the stratosphere -
But somehow ours have, and somehow
We find ways to incorporate even more!
Hell Was Made for People like You
If we accept the obvious:
That the vast majority of humanity
Is composed of idiots
Who incorporate nothing
Of the delicate,
Nothing of the divine
Into their existences,
Then doesn't it follow
That there absolutely
Must be a place in Hell
To squash and make
All those suffused with stupidity?
It would be a tragedy
If their lifelong unwillingness
To refine their minds
Shouldn't Nietzsche's herd
Be subjected for
All time to the most
So that every
Atom in their make-ups
Screams to be substantive? -
Pleads for an impossible
Second chance to live
A life of meaning?