I’m the man The master piece of creation I’m a miracle I’m immortal This universe Was made to serve me To teach me And to learn My home is heaven I’m in a journey My final destination Will be heaven And I’m an angel Within the devil I’m a curse within a bless I know my boundaries And I have no limits I’m the core of dark hell I’m the joy on a green hill I’m the water in a deep well I’m just high Like the sky I’m the wind That never settles I just creep Like a snake I’m light like a bird Or I sink like a rock And I float like a boat I’m the shores Of a virgin isle I’m the curve of your smile I’m an old bottle of wine I round up lovers On a table With the light of the candle As they kiss as they tangle I’m Rome And it’s temples I’m the scent of old Damascus Smooth the fountains Calm the mountains Cool the breeze I’m ancient and genuine High the pyramids Proud sphinx Eternal the Nile I’m the magic of the east I’m the madness of the west I’m the generous of the dark soil I’m the charm of pouring rain I’m the dew in the morning I’m the fire in the darkness I’m a home And I’m homeless I’m everywhere And I’m no where I’m the truth The perfect lie I’m just worthless And I’m a treasure Hidden deep Beneath an ocean I’m the pain And I’m the cure I’m all that And I’m more I’m the sun that keeps on searching And when I’m gone The moon just serves me As he plinks All through the month He’s my messenger Reflects my light Upon this world That I’m here That I’m eternal And I’ll be back I always do To light you up And to wrap you With my warmth I give you faith I take your sorrow For a better tomorrow And that’s I promise I’m all that May be more And may be less I confess Without you All this life Doesn’t exist And I’m just nothing
We’ve entered a foggy time Where only the insane are truly free Politicians thrive With agendas where their brains should be. Where “dialogue” is shouted curses Wielded like dull-edged swords And our defense against this loud banality Our faces sunken into phones, terminally bored. We no longer slouch towards Bethlehem But think its existence is just fake news. The truth is no longer a solid thing But a clay molded with our views. I’ll not try to do what Didion did, I’ve neither the competence nor the need To walk around in different shoes In glasses smoked with weed. I’ll just erode in peace here dark While the world in every direction implodes to dust. The red of it not iron-based – Eternal quiet the only end to our distrust.