Cleopatra and Antony changed all poets
poets died willingly with the serpent, Viper who feasted on Cleopatra's breast.
All poetry died in the Roman world view.
All poets were mocked, flogged in the market place, Imposters, hung by their necks till dead.
Poetry was sung underground, passed on in secret, until once again poets were recognised as born, a gift from the gods, and ultimately an imitation of the Psalm singer poet Himself.

I drank a river to follow you deep
feet changed to webs
and I swam an ocean of loneliness
just to feel what I felt most keen
love and its loveliness
a capture and captured willing slave

Upside down you walk the clouds
And you are unaware
You touch your feet on moonbeans
They are a golden stair

You breathe under the ocean
Peruse the coral reefs
Dance with the yellow fishes
Tell them your beliefs

The Earth is actually the sky
Cars are birds that fly on by
You query raindrops - they don't lie
You pet doves - they're never shy
And the rainbows never die
You never stop to question why

You see angels. You hear ions.
You smell blue. You touch the eons.
The beggers rule. The bankers peons.
Are these things we can agree on?

Your hair's a cloud. Your skin's a glove.
The sun is flat. The Earth's above.

Let's just face it...

You're in LOVE!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/31/2016

propped up against my windowsill
with a slice of cold pizza
watching the cars below
play
green
     light
          go

and wishing my thoughts
would stop playing too