Tears of The Goddess

(collab of Dro and Prophet)


An echo
Rides like a whisper
upon a long forgotten wind
Some foretell
that the end is near
Yet, it’s
but new beginnings, again

Some see no resolution
only continuum
answer this indifference
from hour to hour
dry bone rivers
gone streams
in the hopes of tomorrow
what is possible today?
And remember, remember
The falling tree in the forest,
For it’s sound
is being heard.

From above, upon a mountain peak,
A lone goat stares down
upon the valley below,
seeing fire light up the night
With destruction of the sacred tree,
& A cry is heard from the deep
While tears of The Goddess fall
—Beware
the flood is rising

The house will wash away
and that beginning dream
reels into maelstrom
disassociate entities,
clouding up his mind,
walking on the quicksand of time,
seemingly caught between
the incarnate incarcerated mantras,
until freedom comes,
Is it freedom from?
and freedom to,
riding cosmic plutonium
clouds fired smoke
run, run, run!

Take off to the skies & fly
past the promises of liberty & truth
Float on the updraft
& soar unto forever.
There is a shimmer in the night
Of liquid crystal
dripping from above,
like honey from the comb
With the power and mind of the hive