These dashing Olympian-like
Prototypes wholly mesmerizing,
Alike a dew drop on
Poison Ivy;
Peacock pinned, chiseled and
Sewn.
Enticing love and war always
Seemed to inspire
Some quiet riot that raves round me.
Oblivious to the silence, enticed
For a certain melody;
All the headlights like
Stars ,and onto a stage
With golden glazed curtains.
Racing the other cars
Like a myth in my own mind.
Like marbled marvels,
Structured out of stone
In grandiose paradises
With a kind of palpable discord;
Rife with morose sycophants
And where diluted revolutionary zealots do roam.
Lights hung like Christmas shine
And dismiss us;
Is it a blessing or
A curse
Falling thick,
Like covenants?
A generation of messed up youth,
Sick and insane,
Seeing through a meek screen;
These gods among us,
Mighty and lean.