Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Eyes of Silver and of Dust

I sit here in these ancient halls,
Thinking of things gone by.
Staring through the walls,
Yet believing in every lie.

I wander here in this padded cell,
Looking into tomorrow.
Surrendering my life in hell,
Stealing all that I can borrow.

For I am the decedent of lust,
With my eyes of silver and of dust.
I am but a worm, a god …
At home I am a stranger,
In myself I am lost.

I stand here on this walk of stone,
Gazing at the present,
Seeking now ways to dethrone,
Every king, and every president.

I crawl across the grassy plain,
Deciding on a policy.
Finding ways to contain,
The universe, and the galaxy.

For I am the decedent of lust,
With my eyes of silver and of dust.
I am but a worm, a god.
At home I am a stranger,
In myself I am lost.

Running over the sandy dunes,
With my eyes of silver and dust
Granting every wish, and every boon,
Conceiving ways of gaining your trust.

Flying through the sky,
Imagining the earth below.
Hanging in the clouds up high,
Contemplating the super ego.

For I am the decedent of lust,
With my eyes of silver and dust.
I am but a worm, a god.
At home I am a stranger,
In myself I am lost.

Lying in chambers of gold,
Listening to the tick of the clock.
Planning the histories to be told,
Immobilizing the minds lock.

Suspended in a mausoleum of porcelain,
Counterdicting society,
Making every law a sin,
Rearranging all priorities.

Walking on an endless highway,
Discovering new roads to pave.
Paths that will delay,
My dreams that infest the grave.

Falling though some future time.
Landing on some rotting space.
Destroying all that is mine,
Bringing it to a secret place.

I shall live forever,
I will never die.
From mortality I shall sever,
On myself I will rely.

And despite the litany of the masses.
The victims of greed unjust.
I shall proclaim; ashes to ashes
My eyes are of silver and dust.


© Robert Barbere