God made me into a marionette He pulled me from the dust He scooped me out of coals. He breathed life into my belly and now they call me animated earth. He carved my bones from alabaster stones long buried under piles of pine needles and leaves He sang songs of Light and Life and put them in my ears and taught me all the words and cut me silver keys. now i stand up tall like the Lighthouse of Alexandria or the Colossus of Rhodes i take showers under jungle waterfalls full of orchid petals and with angel fish climbing up the rock walls. my head and all my limbs are hanging by golden silken strings and threads and where I walk the moss and lichens grow. He fashioned my eyes from glass blown over the hot geysers and sulfur springs of thermopylae and the salt basin dunes. He plucked my pupils from the pregnant blackness of the Void. He struck them over steel and flint and the sparks made it bright enough to see. my heart is a time-piece keeping minutes with its beats like a great shadow cast behind a sphere. the elements once kept me apart from me my identity, I was a hungry ghost walking around town like a hypodermic voodoo doll. everytime I turned around I tripped over another basket full of rattlesnakes hissing from both ends. I gave up and crossed my heart and gave it over to the chemical egregore hoping I would die while somehow staying alive and learning how to fly away home- so i could leave all the piles of ashes and teeth alone and maybe plant a rose garden.
but God made of me a marionette strung me up from strings of silken gold. He breathes for me, and dances me to the music of the spheres and now the whole planet is a Hanging Garden of the Fallen Babylon and now I keep snakes as exotic pets and as company when i’m lonely and for afternoon tea.
His light house amidst his mystic fog, signals belated in triumphant decore, Enamoured with ancient joy of his blue green dreams I chant. “His rod and his staff comfort me and all surrounding gore departs. I breathe in gasping about my true love. as he spots my battered vessel into the wind sailing. Ecstasy twinkles his teary eye in the magic water dancing glare, of our mystical full moon light.
For too long I've traveled jeweled triumphant yet unable to reach his promised treasure vaults.
To the greed of legions on treacherous paths all alone I wept, through enemy's territories, but all those from me have fled.
I roamed alone yester woods I reach his safe private harbour his peaceful shores. As trustworthy jeweled queen regardless of grave loss.
Willfully he reveals his home key to come open up his door as photographic memories on new calming waters get anchored deep.
At last I shall rest in love on my bittersweet bed of roses red, and flowers wild; white sad lilies on hand, saluting my beloved glories recaptured and retained.
Enduring rhythmic ways with courage, heart brain and hope and off my survival modes into éasier dwelling into my grave but neither there I shall trod alone no more. ~~~~~~ By Karijinbba All rights.