hellsforheroes

On a sip of water I sailed ends of earths;
worlds came and worlds went
hard hearted rock after soupy sinister, storms
my eyes burning carbon paper eyelids for you.

I hoped as days became light to be held
thinking only to even the comfort of a silhouette
blessing amused barely a pedigree
simple grief to the emptiness, circa date you.

Magnets melted my compass; I barreled to you
asteroids becoming roses in my scandalous shade.
Oh the pull of a million neutrons would pulse like you
dying pulsars beating into black, and black anew.

I was to be the captain of man and endeavor.
Fate fucked me straight and forgotten.
Ironic, but condemned
yet, I fused with breathe, helium to carry my Amaranth.

And for thus, I was granted penance.
I sold, soul led, lighter as light to inevitability.
So the quest to a beggar with a mercenaries diary
I shall sail forever space for you, Kaolin.

And for what was purpose, a rising
before the greatest falling
cursed, towing spirits hooked by tick fastened heads
eyes groggy with punch bowl anesthetic.

Inertia only as strong as will;
I had gathered Nix my tongue and carved away amphetamines
comets, I had beaten their holy carpets unraveled.
When a man has nothing, something becomes everything.

I dared not even mention folklore in slow breath.
I wouldnt cry to break gospel, fields of fertility.
I cursed elements of rock holding sterile violent inhumanity.
I tumbled for my eyes to cook Andalusia.

She holding chapel with relics I know;
her praying her womb to tranquility
shocking her white cheeks to flushed, round of lollipops
there was blood in her veins again, and she spoke harmonies.

Black manes of space
eyes of divinity expressing only Galileo
messengers hark herald coming to strike serenity
the world shall be born again, of me, born again.

On a flippant breeze her shadowed eyes
pushing forever tin kneading clay
turning inches into progress into art, stone to homestead
to build a castle for a throne.

And it shall be done
there will be no world too grand, nor withstand
not a star of a pillars salt that shall tempt my stark hallowed road
I am tumbling with gods momentum, forward for my rebellion.