Godzilla: King of Monsters – A Piece, of the Sky

fly forever, in a green sky
hide, when there’s nothing to hide
passed each other at a crossroad in time
I had no idea who you really were
conversion and consecration
listening to cars go by, in the rain
It’s not a sin to be rejected
allowed to feel your feelings
losing the love triangle

The Bottleneck Complex
The Past Within the Past
Sheep, Swine and Tigers
A Song’s Heartbeat
I am Insurance
god of the dispossessed
Leader of the Moon
Miraculous Star
Broken Triangle

Millennium Syndrome
thinking in mega-trends
Antarctic Quantum Angels
I choose to exist:
Defending the Micro Part
Leaving the final energy pool
Can’t evolve anymore
Third Eye hacking
AI Hive mind “god”

Viral super-evolution
doublespeak that can’t mean anything
watching the night turn into day
civilization never exists in a vacuum
out-of-place mechanism in Thera
the same person, on different timelines
this is the recompense
From the future, two women connect
how one is and how one wants to be

what does it take, to create
hear my voice and appear
feel your feelings, all the way through
watching the days go by

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/11/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular painting is of the Wutende Heer.

wastelands of sand and decay
forgotten empires, in the desert
trash dreams
eel grotto cavern
through the veil
we came down from the sky
vampires never get old
the king of the bats
buried in Dark Atlantis

something primordial
ancient desert worm
the fountains that hold up the earth
pour out a vial of hatred
Godzilla-like “angel”
put the sky at your feet
the other world
eel hole grotto
stand in an ash circle

run-down ramparts, on the outskirts
all timelines, all parallel dimensions
a star and a cake
the Atlantean
almost beautiful
the sun is too bright
pain smiles
statues in the desert
bright winters

deserts are older
the 1000-year reincarnation of Indra
the sky is beneath you
dragons are supposed to fly
the breath of decay
1991. annus mirabilis.
springs left over from Eden
mourning for a lost probable future
Santorini, Greek mythology, and Atlantis

ruins, that weren’t really ruins at all
beyond the North
into the sandstorm
one cannot exist without a shadow

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 10/10/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.