It was me who twisted
It was me who twisted
The clouds of its rain
And told the grass
How to grow and birds
How to sing in a man made
World of human insanity.
Yes I am the one who
Built a fire of the sun
And stole the light
Of all the moon
Still it glow at night.
I was the one who
Killed the God of the sun.
I killed many things
To prove myself right
When the angels
Came to take my life
Against the certainty
Of tomorrow.
When I was born
I was known as the thief
Of hearts so I had to flee
To the gray sleep of not knowing.
It was man that turned me in
To safe guard his own salvation
But I was only a kid
When I was kicked out of heaven
And hell was to tame to withstand the torrid rivers
That flows in my veins.
My birth was full of the
Teeth of life
And it was painful for the virgin girl
That was moonblind but still
Exquisitely beautiful as women goes.
So I planted fragments
Of myself on earth and man
Called them trees that bore
The fruits of my labor.
I am the one of the high tower
Of the sky whose tears
Are the diamonds in the waste land
Where babies are allow to cry.
I am the thunder of laughter,
The narrative, the dialogue,
The dramatic monologue
Of all the fallen angles
Who took the side
Of the light bringer.
In the intergeneration
Of my emotion is to be found.
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poem by David E. Patton
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