The prophet

I look at it like its perception if I could be anything I wanted. This poem is trying to make the reader understand that, I was also studying the North American Indian wars.

I can be a rock on a rolling stone

I can be an Indian at wounded knee

I can be warm ice scream in a cone

I can be a beetle being stung by a bee

When you see me don’t stop and stare

Walk up to me if you dare

Come into my light

And I’ll bewitch your night

I’ll set you flaming with my blue eyes of fire

And fill your veins with erotic desire

Release your spirit and come with me

I am the prophet I will set you free

I can be a star leaping off the moon

I can be soup being sipped from a spoon

I can be Custer commanding his calamity

I can be a red faced heaped with insanity

I will soothe you’re every ache 

Then steal the breath you take

When you see me don’t stop and stare 

Walk up to me if you dare