Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

        It was cold and I had no home to go too

         A lion stood over my body and roared

           A warm ocean came upon my skin

My skin was a vessel like no other, riddled with bullets and pavement

The nurse scrubbed my wounds roughly with a green brilo pad

I heard the birds first and then a wave of water rushed over my body

The gulls had taken my eyes and they seemed to laugh

My hands dug deep into the wet sand and my mind told me I was alive

As everything and everyone I know is dying around me, I turn to stone

We put on our game face and act out for other bags of water

Some broad looked at me like I was real but I was fake

Most people are better actors than me 

I am a warrior of many pasts, all manner of instruments feel good in my hands like hatchet, bow, and rifle

Instinct is the password into the proto apes howls and screams

Life is a book of merry-go-round dreams

The fate of each human being played out to it's mark

My mind was being wasted, though isn't everybodies

Some people are mad at me for not being a conformist, for not being dead inside, for not being a true believer in the system

The sun smiles down upon me and warms my skin

Honey bees land on the flowers around me

I delight in the buzz and they haven't stung me yet

The bur oak yawns and eyes sprout from it's knots 

My arms turn into a fungus of ethereal light

I was on a mad train ride full of fever and the dull terror of boredom and utter loneliness

A lone man trudges through the snow in a million  acres of white.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas









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