Tell Them (12/08/03)

feel me now,

that you might know;

tell them who I was so that they may know,

tell them I was a lost and forgotten brother of the eternal flame,

a dry empty flask of flesh, filled with defiled innocent blood,

a quiet whisper in the wind, from which there is no rest,

a drifting soul of passion, with a hot burning thirst;

which can never be filled;

tell them who I was so that they may know,

that they may see that there was more,

than this cosmic shackled clown into which I was turned,

this bright speckled feathered beast upon which vultures feed;

tell them I was more;

that I was a sailor sailing into the gentle setting sun,

on eternal ships of blazing fire and steel,

adrift upon blue forgotten seas, where only few have been,

a lonely lonesome traveler, traveling down lost endless roads,

ruled by the darkness of a thousand nights,

hidden in ancient temples,

where children of belligerent gods play,

giving thanks to idols of leisure,

that they might be safe in soft warm beds of gold;

yes,

tell them;

that I was a lover,

a brother,

a son,

a man;

a poet.

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