I trust
that you
will always
be far away
even as I
make strides
you shield
yourself
I am not
a good man
but passion
is seeded
beneath
everything
I may never
Let it
Out

Laughing at nothing, I sat back in my chair
reclining, then nodding off into sleep
I was no longer home
I was greeted with
lavish ceremonies,
fought mythical beasts,
raised children
Loved
founded ideas,
schools of thought
grew in every way
When I awoke,
I was no one again.

I watched years go by
but no one
ever
grew
the way
I felt
I was growing
more decadently
oblivious to all
around me
surrounded by
boosts of ego
that boosted
nothing
Oh, how
I feel destined
to be
spiteful
unhappy
alone

Crying out in a fit of rage
Dying soon there after
the sun
blood red
perched above the tree of knowledge
keeping guard over all
This is God

Where natives end
the time as specific as the place
rapidly multiplied by buying
buying things
buying earth
material legions from the mouth of the beast
the beast which stood deceivingly tall
shoulders slumped in a fit of insolence
monikered by an owl above all
cyclical rounds penetrated deep
feet met with cold, hard ground
you will never win

And they will see us laughing;
ceaselessly as we end them
Don't fire until you see the sweat perched on their foreheads
coming strong with an able foot in the door
watch for the answer
splitting time into shifts
forcing tears out of able eyes
the call
heard almost too late
heard by them as well
tapped under caution
the best of us were weak at mind
our hearts picked up the slack
Could we win?
Leviathan reared back
units crumbled
stand your ground
the sickle
rendered useless
by the hammer