Lizard King

Pioneer, labyrinth chief
mentor, mind guide in physical form
Spiritually 'woken
his vision surpassed the world curtain
in a single beat you find yourself in a trance of acid dance.

Your poetry, in repetition
dead on words sculpting masses
into observers.

We your children dare not journey to the land unknown,
without your proper guidance.

A rider on the storm
hitchhiker on Dawn's Highway
leader of the new creatures
Your poetry Jim, a mirror showing the paradise unknown
Your words, a light given for the road less traveled.

The landmark you left behind, everlasting
will become nostalgia in my later years
For you only give answers
Instead of
worn questions.


  • Tony36

    Great write

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