Beneath The Moon & Wondering Stars

Sep 19

I was immersed in the waters of the underworld

shrouded in the Babylonian lights

under the city’s faint gloom

a beam of her scarlet-lit moon

with a chalice full of wine

the social desires

of self-indulgence in pleasures

riches and power

illusions of a conquered mind

rippling reflections

on the surface of the water

that’s life in a distorted perception

I was caught up in the storm and observed

how the thunder from the barrels of the guns

struck both sinners and saints

and tore them apart on the streets in the slums

beneath the moon and wondering stars

nothing is new

the sound of heavy rain showers

against the windshield of my car

a gangster’s lifestyle is a false sense of escape

it’s a relentless cycle

but the beast has its ways to convince and persuade

the weak-willed

to give in to its prosecution domain

truth is concealed

like hand canons and masonic seals

hidden hands invoke dead presidents

that’s the power of the beast

to distress and oppress

compensate and take

mind, body, and soul

Descending Stars