The Serpent Shaman—
Standing still, silent—
Shares in a moment,
The seeker acolytes
Affirming the dark medicine.
One leathered leg up,
Knee bent like a black rainbow,
Righeous rebellion lays claim
Atop a monitor—
Distortion now
A whisper—
The morbid mystic is poised,
Their tattooed arms and fingers,
Bearing profound pointed inversion—
A perversion of the pathetic.
Never a demon,
But Satan’s mirror—
Far from anti-Christ,
But Christ’s inverted geist—
The Shaman’s confession,
Consecrated in a moonless mass,
Becomes a ceremonial confessional.
Pain pours profusely
Out of the resurrected professional
Professing the secret
To shedding one’s skin.
The key:
Uncovering the skeletons within.
What purpose does one assign
Their pain?
By keeping it in
What is to gain?
Escape becomes their name—
Such a pitiful shame.
The Shaman used honest magic,
A mushroom cloud explosion,
GIving their disciples
Permission for pain expulsion.
The dark alchemy
Creates an obsidian oracle
Beneath an onyx overhang—
Sacred shelter from
The sacrilegious lambs
Lamenting the fall,
The mercurial descent,
Of their performative power.
Coming back, baby.
The angel spreads its wings.
The age has arrived.
Better things to be born.
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Ah this time you have gone metaphoric on steroids. Well done Tristan
Thank you, Soren. Glad this one delivered. Your time and thoughts mean so much to me! 🔥🐍🩸🔮
Firstly I am sorry to hear your sad news, I hope it was a peaceful departure. I am starting to think you might have direct access to someone in hell!!!, this is a complicated and deep write, with a few ways to interpret the wonderful writing, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much, my dear friend! I am so glad that this delivered, despite its complexity. As for hell, I\'ve certainly spent enough time living there (metaphorically, of course) to know a few. 🤣 Thanks again, Tobani!!! 🔥🐍🩸🔮
You are very welcome
You're a riot. If only...Frank Peretti, that's who you remind me of, yes. La dee, a verbal tour de force of the darker side of protestantism and who will enter may hug their coats to themselves. Gorgeously rendered with superb imagery and a damning poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Wow! Your insight never fails to surprise me, my dear friend. And, Frank Peretti! I have read several of his novels. I feel honored! Thank you, my friend, for your time, your astute feedback and understanding.
Oohh, it's no-one to be scared of - it's only friendly E.T. doing role play! heehee.
Just E.T. phoning home! LOL! 😂
"What purpose does one assign
Their pain?"
I'm leaving with this question in mind. Excellent. Regards.
Thank you, my friend. Glad you are taking away something. Thank you for your time, throughs and for sharing that.. 🔥🐍🩸🔮
You're welcome, it was a pleasure.
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