you are not in wonderland ➵ poems

a conversation between a god and a mortal

My veins are electric,
my mind is a fire.
This feels too much,
inexplicable, but right.

won't you strike me down
with this lightening
make my blood boil
and my heart shake
and my eyes close
and my lungs quake

Could it be that
I hold too much pride?
Do I cast it down, or
keep it in my palms?
I think I need it,
need this reassurance
(because Gods get insecure too).

i'm drowning in a river
shoulders deep in my own
regrets and mistakes
i've caused so much pain
i barely feel human
i'm not apathetic
just gone numb
what should i do

My breath is composed
of power and the wind
blowing is my lungs
saying: Blow the trouble
down there away. Do
you need this? I watch
the earth bend,
break, shake. I'm drunk
on this power and red wine.

the sky is crying
can you fix it
can you fix me

I've only got so much
power vested in my soul.
I'd wrench it out my
bones but I must strike
down this town.

i'm hopelessly hopeful
please stop this mess
why are gods
utterly selfish
why are humans
utterly powerless
nothing will change we're weak
please

It's time I went back
to the mountain where
I dwell.