We rivers burn.
Jagged souls bleed.
Seraphim, cherubs and angels host
My home coming from my long walk.
Sugary music echoes through angry
Vapors of my mystic drum.
Paved paths chant in unison,
Hallow creeds are written in blood,
And the fainting sun is bred.
Electric showers sprinkle their buds
Onto my fluorescent spirit,
And my song comes on the radio,
Creating blockage where purple, green,
Red and blue hues of light reside.
Shouting flames rise to the top,
And the loving cream flows freely down
My serene neck, creating a mass of the Lord’s following.
Hungry tigers siege the frothy unicorn for
Paying blind allegiance to the devil’s merriment.
However, liquid dreams surrender to fabric souls
Who are guided by their beasts of burden
Up the saintly mountain where the burning bush
Speaks to their lofty spirits.
“Rise up into holistic moons.
Let up on savage minds, but never foster
In relics of the stolen heart.
Devour merciful rays of rage,
And create a new time of triangular beams.
Savor the richness of the milk you bleed
In your loving hands,
Bur never let go of the self in the visage stars.”