Of Gods And Men Poem by Jevon Wray

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.