melancholy – Page 3 – A Piece, of the Sky

things are never going to be the same
it doesn’t matter now
born on the wrong planet
why I struggle
Proportionality
careful, circumscribed, discreet
one of the dream team
the biggest supporter, who benefits the least
the Doors are Closing

everything is a shade of gray
mega-pointless life
went into the future
wandering around somewhere
another timeline we could have taken
only in art, does life have the most meaning
too social. like burnout social
play the drums; hold the remote
Benzene Tacos

the rising tide of culture
alchemy to chemistry and living forever
the bottom of the video game world
dead god, lost god
the diary of a sh*tposter
AWPed into the ground
the wrath god
a Dark Messiah
a fierce spirit, a fierce daemon

call down god, from the cloud
look, another beautiful follower
Djinn-spirits, Asura war
still a human, not yet a god
disciples and gods
reproducing the Temple of Heaven
the Realm of the spirits, animals, and the gods
the sky opens up and the angels cry out
you don’t have to find the return

it’s not the same
we are not the same
the myths and the lies that we tell ourselves
valets and jesters

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/21/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular illustration is by the great poet and artist William Blake.

a single thunderclap, out of nothing
an imbalance in knowledge
waveform collapse
a sunset, in my heart
told what to feel
back to the walled garden
the flash and the call
the monster behind the mask
Geography and History

keepers of old, lost knowledge
rolling thunder, in a roiling sky
Mithraic mysteries underground
unleashed when the Ice Age ended
breadcrumbs and hints throughout history
evolving along with viruses
a shout that echoes until there is silence
these feelings had to come from somewhere
the world had to stop for someone

a commitment to knowledge
AWP thunderclap
the power of the gods
1000-year old vampire
oracles and temples
the AI of the temple
the Answer is implicit in the Question
the present is just a thin film over history
heir of empires

before the smoke
rediscovered science, from ancient times
1000-year old supercomputer
frozen in the glaciers of the last Ice Age
the invention of symbolic thought
an echo boom across history
space telepaths
god of the sandstorm
the hierarchy of species

tales of ones who won and ones who lost
smile, like you used to
wear the thorns or wear the horns
allowed to feel your true feelings

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/09/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.