Aurora's Poetomania

The last day of fasting came... came And went... I gathered my faithfulness about me, with Hopes, dreams and aspiration for answered prayers. The son of cahlen visited me, bearing gifts Gifts that brought back thoughts of lost Gods. Didn't we think once that God was in the ground? Well, we Dug and found no God. Then we Thought, maybe the bushes But we searched, and the shrubbery mocked us So we figured maybe the mountains house God, For days we. Climbed! For years we panted But We say god not And then we flew, soaring high and getting lost In the terrains and hills of the sky But silently, the sky mocked us With every flap of our vain wings. Now we are back to earth, and still searching We plummeted from the heights that our vanity climbed Straight down into a pit of consciousness That God is not in any place we know Not in the trees nor in the snow Not in the fog that sleeps down the slope Not in the waters, not in space But in every single breath And ever...

Four paths meet Where only three should. How did you get here I did not put you here You are not my design I Don't acknowledge your presence The tap goes on a while I see you I see you This is not the plan I won't stand for this!! No Angels bearing fire greet me Evil holds a rose to me I see you I see you Oh no This is not my design This is not the plan From a distance in the path I face I see a long trail of blood I see fingers, toes and teeth Wait! Is that an eye? Is that a lung or a stomach This is not my design This is not the plan A mural stands alone In the palace of my mind It had taken the very life Out of its subject by night I say move! Move away, move on The inner self is on a sleigh My neck is to the blade. How well or how far, This is not m design This is not my plan.