I know He is a liar,
I know He is a thief,
And yet I guess I love Him,
Transgressing all belief.
And yet, I do not love him,
Not at all, no, not at all,
I know He is a liar,
I know I am a toy…
And so I pass, all angelic,
From boy to Mayan boy…
All are souls of Ancients,
Doctors, they serve God….
As I have no human friends????!!!!!!!!
It isn’t all that odd………?????!!!!!!!!
God took me out of humans,
A year or so ago,
He said I was too ‘sensitive’,
So give her Angels, don’t you know….
They, at least, are friendly,
Funny, kind and clean….
A potpourri of consolation,
For an open-eyed machine.
I look to my Creator
When first I notice ‘strings’
My Creator hides behind a veil,
What dread to me this brings.
First I get my scissors,
Next I get my saw,
I command creatures to bite at them
And still I’m strung in awe.
My Creator, He has mocked me,
Stooped to let me know….
STUPID to let me know….
I, an idget tiny….
In a Madman’s chimera show???!!!
I cry and I rave
And I am labeled ‘quite brave’
As He laughs into my face,
I run, I scream, this strung machine…
To a lesser eerie place.
There’s a magic mayan,
There’s a magic boy…
I am…. I do not know what,
Confused, despairing toy
He, a mayan lover,
Unbinds me all my snares,
And with repeated kisses,
Released I am from cares.
“It’s only a dream,
It’s only a dream,
It isn’t as eerie…
As it might seem!”
“Isn’t it eerie?”
I nearly do laugh,
“Who is this Master?
And what is His wrath?”
“And who really are you?
To kiss me so fine,
To bother to flatter,
And waste all your time?”
“I, I, I am a mayan,
A man, well, almost….
I am a keeper of
The Eternal Ghost.”
“I saw you in strings,
Hurt and attacked,
I act just with you,
As I do with anyone act.”
“Except you are pretty,
So maybe I smile….
Too much, so for you…
It is wasted a while?”
“Flatterer, sure!”
I laugh right out loud.
And next I am stolen
In the bank of a cloud.
These mayans, those mayans,
My head it does spin,
At the mercy of God,
And the maya of men.
