m taking steps through time…
Feeding the weak
Giving sight to the blind
Scraping away at the corners of my mind
The journey that lead me to the shrine
Of kings and of Gods
Let my unholy holiness be sublime
Timeless criminal
Chronological crime
Immortalized in stone
Bone.. Dust you shall never find.
Of Mouse and Men
Of Men and Angels
Of Angels and God
Of God and Men
A war will be fought.
Not for the riches man sought
But for treasures that cannot be bought
Who are we? naught
But men amongst angels, Gods?
Weakened and crippled,
In our crystalline pod,
Finding comfort in the empty of the law
Never to know the flight as of the monarch
Light reached in through the cracks
In my crystalline prison I saw,
Black then white in my infancy
Red and yellow came reaching out to me
Mesmerized me from my nest
Showed me the world as was and is to be..
Retrospect, before I move forward in this light free.
I see my pod, crusted, old hanging gingerly
There…where I once walked, I flew over proudly
Inspired by my sight anewed.
There…where I once wept, I laughed joyfully
Inspired by the pain turned pleasure as I flew
There…where I once hated, I smiled humbly
Inspired by the now unquestioned answers
There…where I once was man, I landed gracefully.
The ground beneath my feet shook violently
The sky above cleared silently
And the men around me retreated fearfully
The light that beckoned me before
Became me and more
They hid their eyes and fell to the floor
Some reverred, and few abhorred
For this man was man no more.
A God from broken mold.
Personified by his divine ore,
Crafted not from dirt but from gold.
Inspired by the spiral that lead me to the door
Here I am now, I am the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem