The Vapid Snake & I Poem by Butch Decatoria

The Vapid Snake & I

HE is the Algae on the stone
at the bottom of a lake

I am the waterfall and foam
the rapid and it's wake.

HE is colorless and blindly
groping for life & breath...

I am the rain and kindly
Quenching the thirst of death.

HE is as un-renown as any thief
vapid and cowardly hides and keeps
secrets and nothing new
HE is untrue, just a creep...

I am love and open sky
Vulnerable as gold to greed & lusting eyes,

I am heart and shine of light
I am truth and I am right
I have no fear
I have the strength-will to try.

HE is shallow made of shadows,
Our kingdom forgotten in the gallows,
fractured and renews old sorrows
Ever no more a soul to borrow...

Still I am vision,I am marrow,
every peak and flight of sparrow;
I am days
of bright tomorrows...

He's a vapid snake
nothing new.
While I am the Love
The life, the truth…

The Sunrise, Absolute.

He's just
Nothing new.