Lost

Lost

Wondering city streets
A bottle of cheap ass wine my side
It’s been empty for nearly
Twenty Two Fucking Years
Yet I don’t tell a soul
And No One even cares

I’ve done Shit that would have
Made our populous Extinct
Shit that would make you cringe
(If you knew the Truth)
Let’s just say
Karma is another word for
Survival

Cockroaches reading Newspapers
Dung beetles building pyramids
Praying Mantis feeds on
John the Baptist head
While I play hopscotch
In forbidden words

Do YOU Dare touch me
Am I the sinner or Saint here
This is my drama
This is my world

Did you get the memo?
That WE are All GODS!

Swoon, Croon, to the distant moon
Mother Hekate turns A head
She hears your voice
(If you know)
There is no guess work in Faith

My apologies to thee
I am humble enough to know
Set enough fires and Nothing grows
I bask in the sunlight of
Spiritual knowledge
Know thy self from thy actions
The breeze keeps breath
Within these humble veins
Children fly kites
Over my knees

Dandy lion, repent in Zion
I hear laughter echoing
In the distance…..

A street light shatters
Light Dies
A mural of Frida Kalo sighs

Who are we within these dreams
Are they Dreams …. at all?

Show me

Raven BLACK