Tristan Robert Lange
Meditated Journeys
Meditated journeys through the
Twisted path of the mind.
Peaceful visions of rainbows
And pots of gold.
Flying spirits circling around
The golden riches.
Scents of opium,
From the burning incense.
White horses with wings,
Gliding through white clouds,
And the presence of God
Beckoning me to kill the Devil.
I made an attempt,
But well...
The Devil didn\'t die.
The Devil\'s still alive inside.
The Devil didn\'t die.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1995.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 12, 2025.