The stream of
unconsciencousness
is in the realm
of a terciarian
theme based
upon a poet's
fondest dreams
losing ones self
in another world
where flight's of
fancy knows no
gravity and what's
to blame a man
for creating an
alternate
distinction between
Heaven and Hell
fact or fascination
Rings of truth
employ the destination
Of where the roses
lie and fields of
crucifixtion of the
many who have tried
The milk and honey
lands of the
Pharaoh's pride
Mysteries beyond
the shadowy gates
The hands of time
are made of
silken golden rhymes
That which holds
the chamber maiden's
purse..30 pieces of
silver..Was it the
price of a pauper's
reward..the dark
prince rode his
steely like an cloven
hooved manaquin of
man's sinful pride
Chasing after the
angels feathers of
chance and fortune
To come within the
frequency of God's
Love was so
intense I had to
shield my own eyes
For I would go blind
And mad as a hatter
At the Tower of Babel
It would be said..
That the people did
weep and wisheth
they were dead..
For wasn't it pride
that brought down
the ladder?...
