Ok, I forgot to let y'all know. But I'm also a poet. I wrote an entire 5 chapter book of poetry. And I'm willing to share a piece of it.
It's called
"Shaman Whispers"
Awake...
The ghost's child is enlightened, and the Shaman upholds the eye of horus. The eye has a crystal view through spectation through the spirit haven.
Latin phrases are in spoken sign languages. The Gypsies dance on fire when the natives bring a peaceful virtue when crucified on a wicker cross.
Dionysus pours the wine into a goblet with an infinite end without the wine flooding.
A pattern with endless runes which are crafted in the mountains of Olympus strikes total hell to the child's young fragile spirit.
The ghastly sight diagnose fear into the Olympian's eyes from ritual madness and religious ecstasy.
Bacchus, the god of the vine speaks of silent empire occults. Cannabis plants grow near fig trees on Morocco's sandy coast.
Now sleep. Sleep while high from dark dreams of the war mongering past.
