Some may call me a charlatan
A new reborn follower of a King
From somewhere totally
Glorious
It's so Cosmopolitan
A seducer of fragile minds
Who might choose to hold me upright
As I baptised another poor sinner
And try to bring an end to all their tragedies
Solidified in written oxygen
Whatever the consequence
But my message is simply this
Try to live for happiness and a loving muse
Paint touching emotional pictures through stories
Photographs
Music or poetry
Using them as your own golden lyre
And then lay them gently in green fields and upon velvety avenues
So those who want to read them
Can never ever be refused
Try not to lament old age
As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body
in those dark moments of living
For it's forever deemed to be so beautiful and lithe
With a profound strength
To swim through tributaries
of anxiety which may seem so unforgiving
From all that red pain to eventually finding
newer beginnings
Your heart may seem heavy
and you might lose hope and feel all emotions
Linked to losing happiness or love
But look me in these eyes
Watching you
Within these words
and be lifted up in Dawn’s
rose-flushed arms
To truly live
Then look into life’s deep silvery mirrors
and always remember
You have so much more
To still give
Some may call me a charlatan
A new reborn follower of a King
From somewhere totally
Glorious
It's so Cosmopolitan
A seducer of fragile minds
Who might choose to hold me upright
As I baptised another poor sinner
And try to bring an end to all their tragedies
Solidified in written oxygen
Whatever the consequence
But my message is simply this
Will you let these words breathe through you
And calm the storm inside
As I try
to keep your fire alight
Throughout all these upcoming dark nights
For I hold all the keys
To the Kingdom and one day
I hope and pray
I'll let you in
When your astral eyes open and
Me
You'll see
