bruno in the stars

 you

you in your cell

rested unwell

made mistakes

look into hell

and climb

out that which

chains you to 

such steaks

the rusty dungeon

conceals every smell

of heaven

unleavened

that which satan 

speaks

the locusts hang round

pestilence in the streets

from above

our caged demonstrance

but wake up

you who have died

and utmost denied

the man of the cross

]seven times

fifteen long days

on a carcass of lumber

walking accused 

abused for your slumber

he was a man that lived in such dreams

but listen the thunder that around

you will reap

havoc distrust evil

tumourous strength

disembowel you

like rose petals hour

dew in poetic sweeps

grab my withered hand

see the veins unleash

in my soul beyond comand

here in human flesh

grab on my hairs

tear out the piece

of my mind

that does me no good

pinnacles of sin

are mountainious peaks

with mountanious skin

in which to wade deep

in a river 

of lust and tears 

fill crevices sheep

trottle over

by now daylight 

has zapped you of vision

running through courtyards

people ridden

and syphilis pavements

where arguments

dont ever meet

ends 

and ends dont get met

its boggled you 

raped your perceptions

and raided your leaf

autumnal hymnall

book of your mind

now its summer and winter

where boreas meets

the cold sudden stare 

of beelzebub

remember you were once there

an infant forbidden 

to share in loves rhythm

he stole from your cradle

every passionate care

and that demon made you

misused and relaid

in schoolyards that 

condemned and determined

to send you to early graves

 and in a foul sleep

false passion

is all that has bade you

a welcome

but friend hurry now

come up the temple steps

the clouds overshone

the cities collapse is

out of babylons reach

and turns to the stars

your god has unleashed you

from this life behind bars

and you stand within heavens reach

such music it stirs you

poetry soothes you

paint makes you weep

as christ did one day

when you left 

prescenses seemed

out of your reach

or cognition

insanity ridden

feeding on sleep

but what

pray i ask

if theres more in a dream

then a prison or screen

that entertains your old mind

from elden centuries

of higher repute

higher driven

to godly dispute

its words which will leave you 

and lay at your altar

take the full power

pick all the flowers

let passion unbar

and never  deter you

forbidden to far

away from mistakes

that have jadedd you

in every way

god has made you

and waters now swell

i bid you awake

please

leave this hell!!!