In the courtroom of the reptile

In the courtroom of the reptile in the darkness of the grave
A mountain rose above me and judgement was a slave

I played the bars in silent monotony
Until my chariot came – and I was free

The road I walked was hot and it melted in the sun
With the tendrils of the shaman and the tentacles of a nun

The freemasons from crypt called out “he has come”
I lay down with the jellyfish and I saw the porcupines run

Freedom comes in many shapes with wires to disconnect
Configurations attended now, you are now a reject

I saw a green horse withering yet even as it cried
“A little bit of freedom should never be denied”

Everything that comes at you, ask of it –
Is this another’s illusion or is this truly real?

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012