[UnbornBuddha]

A filthy pilgrim,
Walking to his village to kill the villain.
Serpentine human filled with venom
Now a Rinzai priest with healing wisdom.
There's cold in my veins,
Frozen in an unemotional state.
I'm too old for this age,
A desiccated monumental frame.
Know me for my pain, not the novocaine
That's only a faint glimpse of the soul I became.
Mansa Musa's golden brocade.
A life summarized in an economical equation.
Like you I am the knowledge of creation
Before any man's prophetic revelation.
Insert any egotistic message of greatness.
Sapient transcendence. Aliens to sentience
Sensing only blatant unrelated sentiments
Apathetic to the plagues infecting men.
Fibromyalgia's constant ache
Reflecting our hominid ways.
Avicenna peered into the cosmic face
Watched the stars twinkle in vain
And figured out a riddle in this deceitful plane.
Where each grain of sand has a secret to say.
Yet, we pacify curiosity with fables of lore
Therefore limiting the angels who soar.
I've become a deviation to the norm
So much so the experts brand me schizoid.
Fantasizing on the beauty of Helen of Troy
Undressing her to the point her figure is destroyed.
A star who imploded into an ethereal void.
Troubled child who replaced liquor with his toys
Growing to embrace sociopathy's joy.
Attaboy, encourages the father.
Neurological urges of slaughter
Start to gather. The virgin goes into a brothel
And murders the closest image of the mother he never cuddled.
The final slit in the carotid of the devil's lover.
Tears on a string.
The final chapter, at the brink of a narrative end.