"How you loved me once",
he whispered, to those who
gathered around his bed...
"You gave me strength
through your convictions
upon my mystery you fed
and I in turn, would comfort those,
who -while in suffering- chose to
turn to me....
Conceived through need
of explanation, my kind
in many guises mastered
******* Lords of all creation
"Eternal Minds"-or so you thought
From grotto walls to burning growth
the ineffable, osmosing oaths
the cultured banners of excuse
the mansioned rulers
void of proof......
...........for "Us" you fought
As ages altered my kin expired
want mutated, as you flowered
knowledge spread as awe retreated
unseated were the ways of Old..
Now stricken by the minds
that made me,my immortality
has left me...
...and with few to fan the embers of
my reason- I grow cold.
So I ask of you to turn and leave
It was never I that penned your creeds
It is you who brought idolitary
to justify your every deed
Now all is empty on those
pages- nothing breathes
upon the air, as the lines
upon my fading face are
features of your disrepair
But as I pass, I leave you this:
That is, you know not more but less.
for all the gifts that you were given
so treasured under hope of Heaven-
mean nothing...
Drenched in oil, rising seas,
pollution, avarice, war, disease
Your present...
Not a vision.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
"How you loved me once",
he whispered, to those who
gathered around his bed...
"You gave me strength
through your convictions
upon my mystery you fed
and I in turn, would comfort those,
who -while in suffering- chose to
turn to me....
Conceived through need
of explanation, my kind
in many guises mastered
******* Lords of all creation
"Eternal Minds"-or so you thought
From grotto walls to burning growth
the ineffable, osmosing oaths
the cultured banners of excuse
the mansioned rulers
void of proof......
...........for "Us" you fought
As ages altered my kin expired
want mutated, as you flowered
knowledge spread as awe retreated
unseated were the ways of Old..
Now stricken by the minds
that made me,my immortality
has left me...
...and with few to fan the embers of
my reason- I grow cold.
So I ask of you to turn and leave
It was never I that penned your creeds
It is you who brought idolitary
to justify your every deed
Now all is empty on those
pages- nothing breathes
upon the air, as the lines
upon my fading face are
features of your disrepair
But as I pass, I leave you this:
That is, you know not more but less.
for all the gifts that you were given
so treasured under hope of Heaven-
mean nothing...
Drenched in oil, rising seas,
pollution, avarice, war, disease
Your present...
Not a vision.
Please forgive the lack of craft..God Bless! ( see what I did there?)
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