He saw the noble beast collapse in blood and dirt,
Lashed by the owner’s cruel and ruthless crop
He rushed to cradle its head upon his stained coat,
And wept with sorrow that choked his broken heart.
He shared the pain of the majestic steed,
He cursed the world, its deceits, and all its sin.
He knew the truth was far beyond his reach,
He felt his faith, belief & reason crumble within.
For wasn’t he / the voice of the unfathomed deep -
Questioning / God and all ancient morality.
Dreaming / of will, and power, and ecstasy, -
Sparking / and de-catechizing minds / with originality.
But in that moment he was just a simple man
Who loved a lamb more than his Übermensch.
Who gave up his mind for one last act of sanity
Who became a mythical hero despite his Mensch.
The sacrificial lamb with a final breath doth whisper -
...“”Dionysus, The Crucified” - I am…your Zarathustra””
Categories:
catechizing, emotions, feelings, horse, mental
Form: Ballad
All alone, in the surreal, rayless eventide, gnarly, disheveled hands gouging from the rooted Earth, tongue forever tied. Melancholia echoing through Gods breath, despondency wrenching your azure-splashed jeans, the susurrus of the Devil's proclamation chirping out sadistic demeans.
All alone, breathlessly jabbing at Lucifers servants with your brandishing feet, salty droplets bedaubing your face, disquietude gripping your palpitating heartbeat. Waves of stress rippling across your forehead, perusing the foggy twilight, searching for your best friend.
All alone, crumpling to your knees, croaking out their name, conceding to Hell's winsome pleas. Sinking through the sepia spotted soil, choking on your solitary sloughing tears, catechizing with your friends, questioning your unaccommodating peers, inquiring why they aren't here, reaching out instead of these back stabbing villains.
Categories:
catechizing, betrayal, depression,
Form: Free verse