The mountain, the ark
The ziggurat. Embark
Upon a path of oneness that time forgot.
The head that floats there,
Those that lead into the air,
An end not unlike a brain and a blood-clot.
My ego death and following joy,
The Infinite stairs that you employ,
Provide the motivation to persue another one.
An imbalance in your being,
Those of the oneness now seeing.
With the guardian of the mountain struck down, I’m done.
This poem was inspired by Lemongrabs part in the Adventure Time episode “The Mountain”. As I’ve had no permission to use any of the trademarked names mentioned, I politely ask that the owners of said names do not “C and D” me. 🙂 please? Okay thanks.
“No, I have no desire,
With you to conspire.
I’ve seen the shadows
In which you hide,
I’ve seen the low blows
Many a fight, unfairly in your favor.
You shameless deciever.”
After his peace he had said,
He went on living, no longer dead.
Saved by the choice of this foolish notion
To be cast aside, a cycle of folly broken.
To reject the conspiring against others,
And start down a path of loving his brothers.
She might wander, though she knows,
That there is nowhere else to go.
But onward through summer or snow,
Where she goes only God knows.
There are those so foolish as to cling to rust,
The impermanence of being, and the certainty of dust.
A bright light now fading, still dimmer, now dead.
“Is there no hope for the living before their end?” it was said.
Our dreams fade like so many days at twilight,
So too our bodies before long can’t fight,
And then we fall, before time, weakened prey.
Our only hope is peace after the frey.
Where guaranteed is our residence in eternity.
Though how we enter it is on us entirely.
Purge of short-term memory.
Don’t know why I’m stressed.