Night Muse
The white picador
Scream
Not for earth, But for the Heavens above.
God is listening to his little children
His precious toys.
Your voice went over the mountain, across lands
Seas and people, man was made. Forged toys.
To recite the commendments-
You went on
perfecting us in images of man and beast.
Eureka !
Such much for love.
Joy.
My baggage lies still- stiffen
Unlike the leering snake
So much for dogmas while the earth
Tosses itself to sleep.
Snore.
A stupor sadness reveals the genesis
Happy, and all things life offers has
come, waiting, and still to be found.
Blasphemy.
Scream
Not for earth, But for the Heavens above.
God is listening to his little children
His precious toys.
Your voice went over the mountain, across lands
Seas and people, man was made. Forged toys.
To recite the commendments-
You went on
perfecting us in images of man and beast.
Eureka !
Such much for love.
Joy.
My baggage lies still- stiffen
Unlike the leering snake
So much for dogmas while the earth
Tosses itself to sleep.
Snore.
A stupor sadness reveals the genesis
Happy, and all things life offers has
come, waiting, and still to be found.
Blasphemy.
