While you wait...for Plum Serpent

Sitting on your stone chair waiting...
Reminiscing on your past, wanting...
The breeze came and went, and
you're still waiting...
Yesterday was beautiful, Today is
pleasant...

Tomorrow will be too late...
Chiseling memories on your stone
chair, desiring to be held, to belong,
to be loved...
Time is full of excuses, yet you do
not care...you're still waiting under
the moonlight for the shadow of
your love...

Sitting on your stone chair waiting
for someone you never knew, for a
forbidden love you only wished upon,
yet while you wait, your love came and
went, but you were to busy crying...
waiting, wanting, desiring...
Your redemption is concrete, sugar
tears...wail like a banshee, yet your
voice is illicit...the rain dances over me,
while you drown in misery...

I breathe lava and spit fire, you swallow
ashes and exhale sulfur...The Phoenix is
now a crow, my God is Plum Serpent,
you worship Quiabelagayo for pain and
pleasure...

We follow the Popol Vuh, yet, you believe
in King James...your salvation is now an
illusion...follow me, I will cross you over
The River Styx...

Sitting on your stone chair, waiting...
thinking you're still alive...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Living in a dead reality...

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Astral_Tides's picture

Wow this is extraordinary! I

Wow this is extraordinary! I find myself gasping for air whilst this pans out.
Good Shyt


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

allets's picture

Talk about epic scale

A mythical voyage, one I enjoyed thoroughly - A