Prisoner's chant
My angelic looking host as the wheels in the sky turn on their axis,
you cast a net of hope,
I will always be a prisoner under the bluest sky, and innocent smile no man ever broke,
your presences I felt behind the walls of jungles and savage dungeon, a wise-man silence never spoke.
Your foot-step's I counted with every stroke, heavy heart, restless, nevertheless a smile no man ever broke.
In my contemptible state angels guarded my safe keeping, until a bright light cracks open the chasm...a seeker in twist and turns finally, inquisitive yearns.
The Kabuki drama of long ago...once again unfolds casting the net of hope, who is worthy in my madness ? But a celestial host, subjects under cover, bluest sky, smiles rapture the air innocence's oblivion host.
Foot-step's in the darkness Kabuki dancer's, permeate the stage they once performance laud, bow...applause.
A prisoner's chant awakens celestial bodies; needful dancer's in a world of shadow's and voices create magical muse. Silence rule, commotions stir! Environmental challenges in a colorful galactic spectrum...vibrations, frequencies, the physical, the spiritual phenomenon...the unlearned, the unseen...make available their useful and timely presences.
Who is worthy in my madness ? Invited guest, trivial matters, parade of marcher's...seeker's heavy heart, the unaware !
From the audience unto the stage; from the stage unto the audience, an eye-witness of a crime scene, a conspiracy once to often seeking heavy hearts, mourner's delight, stranger among strange....a prisoner chant !
(C)
Raphael G
1/7th/16
