A CHANCE MEETING
Taunting time, Measures meter who was the best and why is Everything a competition excelling to the top of the mountain for what prize? Devouring all competitors, whom Ever they may be. Cutthroat In cut time searching for the crossroads. Looking for protection from the evil eyes or deflecting old spells alas, I am not in the holy land. This land is my land. Is this Land your land? Is possession possible? Is this land spiritual, special, sacred? Canonized by saving Innocent children from the place tainted by blood and hate. Fields fouled by black powder Prospects. The peacemakers and the attitude adjusters, the conduct of the civilized, could they chase away the gods, with their laws, or attract only mischievous ones? Could you meet one of the spirits on a lonely street, in a drunken episode carrying future misfortune by slurring slander? Offending everybody mortal, but those Whom never lived, or long ago matured their way to a different dimension. Sometimes, do we invoke them to materialize? Begging dizzy from the envy of what we do not have. Bartering with the things not ours to lay clam too. Negotiate eternity for; sex, money, power, fame, whatever cult of personality you choose to obsess. Carelessly costing you everything, you’re not even sure you had to begin with. Lost at the intersections drinking rum smoking Cuban cigars, gambling futures with the unknown. Make sure it does not happen to you strange but true, next time you feel lonely, Feel as if you are one of the have-nots. Be careful to who or where you express of desires, And of what you’re willing to do for what passions you, what drives your motions, why you work and how you sin. There is a land deep, rich in belief and tradition. A land spiritual, special, sacred, a place tainted with blood but never conquered the spirit. Atonement more affluent than the belief of Christ before the murdered image, the game between good And the not so good, lands men in debt with Saint sentries, guarding paradises entrance.