The God Complex
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“The God Complex”
His face imprinted
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words
like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds
once-in-a-while
reminding them of stories
they are eventually, all souls
book-marked
tagged and categorised
all bought with a price
to be mined
unfolding
soft revelations
he turns keys in their hearts
fast ignition for some
others require a kick-start
they sometimes hear
his music tinkling
it gets them frustrated and thinking
pulling the covers up to their ears
they roll ruthlessly over,
they require more sleep
they return as Dream Catchers
to catch dreams
to avoid their real fears
resisting they reconcile
to listen another time
and hit their clock-radios to “Sleep”,
they'll wake up
and smell the roses
when it's coffee time
he continues to buzz in their ears
waxing them lyrical
like some annoying bar fly
he persists with his
symphonies soft and hymnal
measured like medicine they all must take
free thinkers
think it's criminal
he continues to deliver
he is more Midici
than Sandalphon
procuring popes purple robed
He is Leonine
Blowing white smoke
like pure clouds sweet doonas for angels
just for those he especially favours
he surrounds them
with gold stars
they are top of the class sheep, full marks
now all shining and spangled
Sweet green tree frogs
are never not toads
he raises them rapturously croaking
those who he smiles upon
he deems for now mercifully unsullied
the ones who walk the Right road
black smoke he burns
when he counts them like wayward sheep
on his fingers and toes
these sheep, the black ones
he calls toads
do not taste Right
unsavoury and unfavoured
those who have chosen
the wrong road
they all make their way
to the Woods
at some point
and there are some
well, you know, they chose
the lesser known road
the ones not taken
they are but numbers
all dog-eared pages
their Level 4 inmate digits
tattooed cuneiform on temporary
yet reincarnated ageless Sumerian sleeves
worn and torn,
still fast asleep in their dream
their covers all faded
he is a complex man
with a god given plan
pyramids, schemes floating
star ships in the sky
Surreal his strategy
giving birth to souls
evolving through levels and layers
promoted through dimensional heights
"they are such stuff as dreams are made on
their little lives are rounded with a sleep.’
is his Ponzi Scheme
Kept in his files
it is titled:
“To Continue Forever,
The Circle Swallows It’s Tale
the Station Will Never Die,
No One Derails”
There they remain dreaming
like mice on a wheel
that never stops turning
some swimming cool oceans
some swimming in rapturous fire
all small minnows in a blue world mire
riding the waves
between the three heavens
thinking they are all knowing
but he’s the
One in Control
he’s the one running the show
His office glossaries reveal
they are irreverent divine beings
yet uneducated unknowing
the holier than thous
consider themselves
well read and redeemable
he indexes them -
“Unclassified, the Very Still All Very Unknowing”
the wake-up call
arrives in the 5th
for all souls he manages to reap
they are to remain all free willed
yet like puppets he counts
and orchestrates, he keeps
in his Ledger
he files them away
behind different doors
each a book to be read individually
on a different day
when he becomes
sullen and bored
he tries to never
get carried away
but this is impossible
he is a complex man
All Knowable
with unknowable plans
The Grand Librarian
dewi decimalling
fading footprints Akashic
counting people
most days he can’t sleep
so he continues to count all of his sheep
Just another day doing
third eye callisthenics
in the God Complex,
always kept messy not neat
He isn’t a simple man
He has grand plans
He recites his life
in Ancient Aramaic
Third Eye in Hand
He writes his story in Sanskrit
He's waiting
for his Bride ...
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Good News” / Mac Miller
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgofNysuh6c
“Woods” / Mac Miller
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Azguk7bkovY
"Yeah, I never slip, I never fall
I tried to tell you 'bout a better life
And get involved big or small
It's been my fault, I keep it safe, it's in the vault
Blindfolded, keep it going 'til we hit a wall, yeah
I'm never going through the motions
I'm just tryna lay your body down slowly
We can only go up..."
1. 2 Corinthians 12 (NIV)
2. Dantes Inferno
https://www.gotquestions.org/Divine-Comedy-Dantes-Inferno.html
3. God Complex
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God_complex
4. The Road Not Taken/ Robert Frost
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken
Woods / Mac Miller, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Mac-miller-woods-lyrics
Good News / Mac Miller, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Mac-miller-good-news-lyrics
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2020
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