Horizon Gates

Cast my eyes to the blazing sun.

A halo cast upon my head

And troubles cast asunder. Dread,

the kings of mortal men are dead.

My shadow soul extend from me

a grand impossibility.

It breaks, it slides, it separates.

Sacred shadow form as one

laying down the Holy Sun

to sleep.

Arms extended to the night,

brilliant golden rays ignite

exploding forth from from finger tips

forces goddess moons eclipse.

Beams birthed pure from outstretched hands.

New Zodiac to far off plains.

We're worshiped there as mortal men.

I open my third-eye again.

In heed of home and place to be

I forge this false reality

and worship self indulgence, lies

in search for God beyond these skies.

 

Reviews

[H.]

I love the imagery here. I picture a dark, far-off meadow on a distant planet, where one might project himself astrally to gain a new perspective on the universe--a different Zodiac, a new sun...

It's an interesting perspective, at least to me, on how the search for God within oneself lends itself to grappling with the ego in this epic battle for sovereignty.

The meter was a little choppy, with hard stops at the end of each line. It was consistent throughout the poem, though, so a second read is a little more fluid.

This is your most ambitious album to date.

[Mitchell J.U.]

Exa-ca-tally

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

The signs are in the skies...
planets stars with the moon being central.

[Mitchell J.U.]

And beyond.