His light--the light of the Supreme Reality endowed in you, I respectfully approach with   tentative fingertips to discover Him inside me--a creature looking up to my Fearless Maker   Watching you fulfill your fate, letting you take me closer to infinity. What you create taught me that I could create...the words...you read...right now.   Martyred invisible fingers guide my wrist, fist as I mold these   shapeless streams of consciousness   Exploring the corners of my soul--pushing, stretching the boundaries of confined perception A Holy Relic   You must be a God to elicit such deep pride from a total stranger--A Dramatic Demigod...   I drop to my knees cradling your immaculate fingers in my hands--an endless greeting of   Purity  Warmth and Gratitude--a love and admiration for you so Pure, so Divine because   it is a love for God the Creator. Reckless Muse   Blindly fulfill your Earthly service Supreme Creator   Accept his sacrifice of excess, unnatural death--Ironic Immortal Inspiration   But guard the gates from his early surrender   Guide the innocent lost souls to an Eternal Vessel that will show them The Answer Thank you oh Lord for your Divine Creation!   My Muse, My Gentle Divine Prophet,   Who uncovered my divinity   Who ripped the sepulchral shroud off my soul! Am I one of your Divine? copyright 1998 Melissa Aellos for Johnny Depp and Allen Ginsberg

Prayer to The Creator (draft no. 5)

Tales of an Idol Junky

Stumbling between isles of glossy covers and tabloid features on a   premature magazined high   Addictive chaos boiling inside me Perusing plastic faces and Vaselined smiles   Rummaging through slippery shimmering stacks for He-Who-Uncovered-My-Divinity   Brain making room for those synapsed photographs--the album of   an innocuous stalking mind Developer, Stop, Fix--Idolaters Fix Collective pixels conditioned by Fuji Film, Kodak loaded swine   Jerking at starved veins, yanking at me to mainline that train of celluloid glances   Pale tortured knuckles gripping a cooked spoon over the tired flame of my selfish curiosities   Immoderate Idolatry   He is my trackless addiction Licking the sacred toes of the keeper of dreams   Morpheus sitting in his jeweled throne that drips with   our most secret collective subconscious   Pleading for him to let you invade my slumber, ambush my dreams Forcing your amorphous fingers over my raw psyche   Raping those gossamer tentacles of your celebrity--all to mold myself   What exists somewhere among the gooey grayness that is my mind Osmosisizing knowledge of your knowledge   Absorbing the ideas of Kerouac and Ginsberg and Burroughs as if by divine inspiration   Becoming the silhouette of your intellect, the benefactor of your fame Museteachercreatorcreature   Would that I had that sculpted chiseled face   My brain is shaped like that.  copyright 1996 Melissa Aellos for Johnny Depp