Godheart
21st Century
spinning and pumping along the
pathway, drenched with melting
rocks shaped like fornicating roses
twirling around, the heart is carried
while gliding back and forth through time
exploring questions of yours and mine
a silent approach, descending on the
suface of glass
a melting volcanoe frozen
by blue ice pouring down from heaven
o, it shines like infinite suns
beckoning the cool shade of
spinning moons winking and
blinking, gathering strength
to roar across oceans
the heart appears-drowning out all
light flowing into the sky
exploding from the sea it transcends
into the air , crashing through the sun
the heart questions "why"?
the sun's answer ;a paradox of lies
i'm angry about nothing;a simple fly
maybe a bee that wants to walk with
the ants
given in to frustration, the bee
devours itself, hungry to be the ant
that it finds inside
a doorway to the past is locked with
melted gold, dripping down the chin
of some fat god who eats and drinks
gold from a golden platter and goblet
wearing silk robes spun from ancient
giant silkworms controlled by the
shepards of times past who fed
them with magic potions
slathering their bodies with
wondrous lotions
in hopes that they bear witness to
grand devotions
used by the god drunk on gold
while the real god watches
from an ever higher throne
passing bright eyes over everything
smiling and crying, preparing to act
just for a second, turning back
to the ones it has fathered;
mothered the sons it has daughtered
"show me the way!" they cry in unison
god turns around and sighs,
"it is not for me to say
what one mortal does in a day
i am not a man, woman, wishmaster,
illusionist or magician i am the light
the dark the air and the water
given to you by me
for i am the father
the hope and faith inside
every living creature
i am the love that feels like hate
the love of love
i am why you cry when feeling alone
i am your heart protected by bone
i am chance,luck, fortune, and chaos
i am passion mixed with danger
i am safety, a home, or shelter
i am hot and cold winds
the power of your heart is free will
given to you by me
to choose love or hate is up to you
so do no offer me a sacrafice of
cows, pigs, or children
i require none of these
to honor me in that way
all i need is for you to be true
to yourself
the rest will take care of itself
so as you travel the rivers of time
stop and drink s you wish
get your fill and head on out
out of the womb into the place
that you will find
here on earth to pass the time
crawling along the riverbank
you will search for the next womb
albeit distant or ever close
a warm place to curl up for a while
touch lives of those not touched
by the hand of mine
it is now yours
i pass the power of life to you-
wield it wisely"
DayPoems Poem No. 2391
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2391.html">Godheart by Mark Zimmerman</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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