| Adam-snake -
01-15-07
First time I post any of my work, so please bare with me...
Adam-snake...
The snake keeps me wondering
As the darkness brings a man
Carnelian-stained cheeks
Now speaks for a voiceless void
Profound is his touch within me
His intravenous feeding -
inflicting salt upon my deepest wounds
Wounds made by my own hands...
Those same hands :
Guided and directed
By the somber light of his being
Knowing that where he leads them
They will find sin
Yet I strive for nothing more
But to make him speak
I am but a whimper away
From Eden... Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear? Her eyes are sown shut. Blinded temporarily she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until her will is submerged and she learns to serve - as your god taught and blinded you with crosses. |