to those eternally asleep

to those eternally asleep



and i was taken to the great mountain
above
the masses
and the fountains remaining
as sources of hope
and love
to a place where cultures
burned
and the tables turned
on the lessons never learned.

 
and there lay
the visions within the dreams of poets
profits and kings
simmering to be at last set free
but no one
dare turned that key
for liberty lay on its blood caked knee
proclaiming
it is i torture 
and you shall eternally serve
none but me.


to those 
who eternally sleep
no one weeps for you.
they shall however
creep for you
using your names as vestibules
on journeys of misbegotten
desires
the sorted fables of liars
who see fires as a means to a wave
of outstretched heavenly 
desires.





sjw 04/27/17 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal fires.






from the 'benevolent series' of poems