The whisper of a shadow song
Morning star no glory
just a story
I am just lived backwards
hidden track words
scars like lines across paper
can I save her?
I am not what you think
drinking from a cup of agony
no God can save me
but death won’t enslave me
I am midnight verse
nails won’t surrender to my skin
the truth they told you the lies worn thin.
Hanging on the cross
collecting the dross
on the doss
the dole,
of having a soul
what are we but clay pots collecting water?
no we are more and always have been
the views we have seen
the rhythms from the heart
the frequencies of our words
the skies, the birds
the moaning of love making
cell division shaking
through separation
like salt dissolving in water
and yet we are sons and daughters
trying to identify with our identities
yet eventually returning to the soul we came from
our bodies returning to dust
but our soul remains
in the Everglades.
The angels cast into the fire
the saviour on a cross his soul hangs by the wire
hung on a tree for them to see
the angels die and so sleep
They creep into children’s daydreams.
Reincarnated as a hawk like man
It’s his fate to seek the goddess before it’s too late
to bring her back to the kaleidoscopic fold
but he will die alone when he gets old
ghosts are the only ones who believe
they will wait for his soul to be made free
the key to the universe is strength through love
but his mortal coil is the oil which ignites
it’s his fate…