rip the soul of the goat
rap him round your cock
come to the mountain top
with your cane
and your whore
and his whistle


madman in olympus
city governed gold
a heavenly demeanor
with their heavy nostrils

drip wisdom , drip
your aching freedoms
and breaking eyes
corruption- your ailments

alone from the streets glint
ride that red sip
wine until the limp
above goats and ravishing gimps
meshing in the moon rise

This is,,,a,,,vague,,in thoughts,,as to,,I'm not sure?
But,,just a thought here,,find what REALLY FEELS GOOD,,in your mind,,and write it!,,This is a good work of words,,but it almost sounds like its a thousand miles away from YOU..As in how it would play in your mind,,if you had lived in its walk..?
Just,,trying to let you,,hear what I read,,in what you wrote here,,as a means for you to have and reflect on,,
Not that I know anything,,lol,,just my two cents worth man,,and KEEP on writting..

I agree..
Sounds like your a ticked off Roman.
From a age long since past.

The first paragraph. I was lost.

Second: Sounds like your talking about the Gods of Olympus; primarily Zeus

Third: Sounds almost like their power struggle; as in, how the Gods gained power from man believing in them; until it became corrupted


Fourth: I'm right back to the first..

Wording is good, in itself..
Just sound like an incomplete thought.. or?

Sorry for the criticism.
I do hope you continue to write.