A divine slither

A divine slither

A Poem by Alan Mark Maynes


We capture our wisdom
From all corners of the world 
We slither through the lands
To a new planted field
We escape from our minds
That was a mess
Arrive with new strategies 
Like a games of chess
Our angels and demons battled 
The heart bleeding battle
The struggling voices
Made the earth seem to rattle
Shaking the lands 
And opened the ground
Open the mantel
And lava exploded all around
The reckless HELL!
The nightmare of trust
My breaking bones
Have turned to dust
A poets dream was deceived 
By the vultures stare
My singing words
Are abandoned in the air
Are you alive?
Are you dead?
I cannot see
Even when it's day
My divine dream
Has lost it's way
I called out
For a new journey to another bay
I was kidding myself
It was just an illusion
I looked through myself 
My mind was full of confusion
My mistakable mind
Didn't know where to go
I drove through the night 
But all the bars were closed
I tried escape
From the mind that was sore
Tried to leave
But there was cinder blocks still blocking my door
My fashion was sloppy
With no creases
My rich performance
Had broke into pieces
The passengers parished
From a burning flight
Their souls rises
And sang like an owl in the night
The singing of a vibrating echo wave
Extended high like a soul being saved
The king died 
And we took over the throne
Took the crown to the kingdom
And we buried his bones
The rubies
And the diamonds shined
The ring blinged
It was now my time
The drowning mind
Turned to a wise man
The divine snake
Will forever slither through the sand

© 2013 Alan Mark Maynes


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Alan Mark Maynes
Alan Mark Maynes

Denver , CO



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