On lonely nights here in the mountain wilderness, restless winds whisper through the treetops like resurrected voices of the past.
I start thinking about all of the lost souls I knew during my wild youth on the streets of Hollywood. Gentle souls like myself who abandoned sweet innocence in favor of the toxic midnight world of corruption.
Hustlers, hookers, druggies, hardcore nocturnal wanderers, junkies of the night. Tarnished angels, devoured by their own selfish desires......
I wrote a poem (a small excerpt of which is included below).
I also made a video. It's a hurried and haphazard endeavor, with no subliminal message or redeeming value, but it reflects my feelings.
I'm posting it here to save you a trip to YouTube. Full screen viewing is best.
Banished from the
lofty realms of righteousness,
they tumble beyond
a cradle of clouds
in swift descent
to the open arms of mortal desire
and the sweet embrace of Sodom.
by Jon V.
from In the Shadow of Babylonian Kings
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