Tears ( Gaia's Cry)

My tears flow like the rivers,
And trickle negro speech like Langston Hughes.
Like the mirrored streams,
I'm reflected in vacant despair, like a pair of feet with no shoes.
My cries fall like sentimental rain,
As to the Egyptian Isis; Filling the Nile,
While mourning the death of her love Osiris,
Oh consume my iris...
My tears flow like the rivers.

They come down like the walls of Jericho,
And empty themselves in a whirlpool called vertigo,
For my head is a spinning globe,
My mouth an abysmal chasm, crying out to Yahweh's earlobes.
How long?,
will man continue to footprints in my heart instead of in the sand?
When God's grace is the gravity beneath the maker of souls,
I am the land.....
How long will I have to taste the hatred that I do not sow, but reap?
Taste the blood filled plains, poured into my glass the permanently asleep of death,
Tucked in their beds made, six feet deep..

I've cried open seas,
Left a trail of tears like the Cherokee.
Carried more weight on my shoulders,
Than Atlas and Hercules,
For centuries, 360 degrees,
Till I'm dizzy as if my name was the same as Gilespie's.
A witness to this war is not Aries,
But God, please.....
Let my people go like Moses told Rhamses,
From all the plagues and disease,
Put your soldiers at ease,
and fall to this earth's apothecaries.
I fight the magic of demons descending from galaxies.
Place your money on the crimson tide of deities,
Global warming lights me on fire,
I'm in Hades;
No legs, so I can't get down on my knees and pray,
As I lay,
In the arms of Yahweh, moon of night, sun of day.
But I lie away,
Tucked in this dark, dark universe.
My tears flow like the rivers.

At the side where I lay my burdens down on a gospel hymn,
I send up humble praises with wings like the Seraphim,
Psalms set forth to a court,
Higher than the Sanhedrin of ancient Jerusalem,
I spin....
A world destined to fall like man in Genesis,
No nemesis,
I am dictated in Revelations 21:4 parenthesis.
For my cries,
Are of a battle between wolves and lost sheep,
Face our minds.
Do not behold the mothers and fathers,
Of the tears I weep.
Close thine eyes with open mouth willingly,
Or you will not taste sugars of saffron dreams,
No.....You will not sleep.
For you see,
My tears that flow........
They flow like the rivers.