The first

On the crescent island an old man walked in the blood moon light.
He came to the island alone, first among many, to tell a story for us to hear.
I walked besides him, he looked upon me and smiled.
- You can see, he utters, you can see everything, your eyes are so empty.
- They are yours, but the third is mine, i reply.
We walked for four miles and sat down on a log, looked back and saw our footsteps.
- We made a path for others to follow, havent we, the old man says.
- Do you think they will see it, i reply.
- We did what we can, the rest is up to man, the old man said with a cough.
He gazed upon the blood moon, and so did i.

If only it were that simple. Same journey through the desert? There is a lot of unanswerable questions we ponder while looking up at the sky. Good idea or thread or poem ? 😈😇💌💿🎄

a reply to: SilentHill666

Wonder if they bake a pizza in the desert?

I was talking about the desert of the mind. Often hear of "people" who had to climb a mountain to get enlightenment. What if the old man , the First had trouble with women. Angel , spelled backwards = legna. What if a genius came along and hid things. Men have an extra leg women don't. Maybe women are angels and we all have to wrestle with the serpent and the bad thoughts it put s in our heads. Money, women, power, bling. Just opening my mind to every possibility. Then the "rapture" would be don't get crucified and live happily ever after with a woman. Great ephimamy . What if we are already here. Makes you think about a lot of things.

a reply to: SilentHill666

The old man had ADD, and having difficult with a modern society, so he sought Nirvana instead of immortality. And a pizza