Me and the Devil Joy

[rowens]

Me and the Devil Joy


I love that the Devil is out there,
        and that he might get me,
             and I must oppose him; 



                                      more so, that there's a devil in me
                                                                    that may oppose you.
         Don't you?

[Magpie]

I like this.

It's got blues.

[wasellajam]

Me and the Devil Joy


I love that the Devil is out there,
        and that he might get me,
             and I must oppose him; 



                                      more so, that there's a devil in me
                                                                    that may oppose you.
         Don't you?

No, I avoid conflict, but a successful poem about thriving in it.

[rowens]

If I were to say that on the righthand, I'm van Helsing and John Constantine, on the lookout for devils and witches out there in the fields and city streets,
and on the left, I have a statue of Baphomet and perform witchcraft myself,
I would be positioning the righthand as the status quo.

And that is the status quo for the status quo which is the status quo.

Thus, Baphomet's appeal is that it is the shadow-side of the status quo while being the status quo and everything in between and beyond.

And so is everything. But that would be dull. 


I've heard that joy is great pleasurable affect without reason or stimulus. That sounds like Heaven.
 Heaven, like suicide and heroin, can be bliss. Can be dull to some. 

I prefer my joy to be with qualifications. Which sometimes lack qualifications.

[BLEACHBOX]

Me and the Devil Joy


I love that the Devil is out there,
        and that he might get me,
             and I must oppose him; 



                                      more so, that there's a devil in me
                                                                    that may oppose you.
         Don't you?

---

I find it a bit contradicting. If you love that he's out there and that he might get you, why would you want to oppose him.

And I think if you were in the presence of the Devil for three seconds you'd be so terrified you'd run screaming.

[rowens]

I've been in the Devil for more than three seconds, but she'd probably deny it.

I've met the Devil in the narrow sense before and opposed him, with help. apparently.

And I've been in the presence of the Devil as metaphor many times, and judo with him.

There's never been much interest for me, when it comes to peace and security. When there is any sense of happiness or contentment, I want alcohol or drugs to disrupt my nervous system.
When there are violent situations, I go into survival mode. Whether it is sickness or weather or people or animals or hallucinations or the impulses that come up that strongly insist that I do something harmful. Whether I resist or fail to resist, and other situations outside of my control decide for me, I find the arrangement satisfactory. Harmful impulses have become so easy to handle, resisting isn't a problem. And I'm grateful for opportunities to prove that, if only to myself.

[Mark A Becker]

Me and the Devil Joy


I love that the Devil is out there,
        and that he might get me,
             and I must oppose him; 



                                      more so, that there's a devil in me
                                                                    that may oppose you.
         Don't you?

I took the devil out with the trash, and he somehow got right back in the house. I'll take him out again, tomorrow, before he stinks up the place.