The Myths Of Some Moons
The Moon only feigns its beauty, portrayed,
displayed by bouncing and bent waves of light.
Hiding in solar reflections,
reveling in forlorn born hope.
A banality of lies that hunt affection.
Within such pseudo stars, will your salvation burn?
Dying in misplaced affections;
In fictions found and cherished, its authors are thieves.
Absorb not their words, their worlds are but decayed myths;
Rampant machinations of death.
Flee these malignant and mocking sincerities.
Stare hard at the lines, between the small print ensnares;
A noose. A siren’s echo. Strangled levity,
snuffed by lust’s embrace of orchid scented poisons.
Mistake not these myths, as men whose souls seek to burst
with love. Neglect their ruse, avoid their myth and curse.
Fall first with balanced gravity. With naked feet;
your toes dig the earth, there you’ll find all essence meets,
shaking hands of comfort with your flowing rivers
Where, when within you’d play, you'd befriend happiness.
Moonlight fades, falling with the finding of your cure.
Endure diamond devils, that destroy through distress.
Stay afloat, divine your path in ways that you once were,
Stray free and far in space, where beauty is still blessed.
Be all but all enticed, and bear to be anything but deceived
By the Mother’s Star’s selfish rise, recall it preys on praised beliefs