What's happening??! The World has split its lip, it's bleeding, and there is no tissue in sight...Stay tuned, Renaissance coming soon... These are a few words I wrote in this past year. It seems that as of late these poetic words are ringing true. Rarely have I seen frustration in such large masses. I choose not to feed the beast. I choose to continue to worry about the well-being of my Family, Friends, and those in my Community. The President of the United States has nothing to do with that. In fact, the President of the United States has never had any effect on my personal life or my personal relationships. So on this day, where everyone is so excited to share their grief; I choose to share some poetry. I hope that maybe my words will take you away from the world for just a minute, and maybe give you food for different thought.
Nameless
Progressive disenchantment, constitution weak,
Setting sun on garden thieves,
Will, a blank canvas for obscure to pen,
Dreams paragon for Goddess to lend.
Courted by anger, lust and envy,
Fodder saved to feed the fury.
Lust was clean, well-kept and raw,
Envy’s lure sensed by all.
Embarking signals a fleeting chapter,
what is lost, and what hails after.
Weep no more, wind it whispers
Stranger things may come asunder.
White capped skies, thoughts meander,
Gilded wings, nothing further.
Holy of Holies, thorn of thorns,
Revealed slowly, creation’s spawn.
Ancient magic supremely blessed,
Altruistic image manifests.
Wisdom borrowed from sheaf of wheat,
Combative burden…Gentle sleep.
Knowledge
Knowledge holds many virtues, to be plucked by man, like low bearing fruit on the tree of wisdom. To be usurped by the meek and the strong as food for journeys, dreams, and lifetimes. It is the light in the Book. It is the light in our eyes. It brings worlds together when human nature vows to tear them apart. It is the light in the East, for I have traveled there. It is our burden, it is our cross to bear, it is our shame, yet it shows itself as the heavenly fruition of roads traveled, and lessons learned. For the lost and still looking, knowledge is the beginning of the road. If you’ve traveled, however, you already know, without it there is no road to show.
Ghosts
I wear ghosts on my sleeves….
A bridge to a past in which I can’t return.
The Grace and pain of my life,
Inked out for all to see.. It’s just a little map,
Of what’s inside of me.
It’s all about the pain…
The burn that’s felt on the outside,
Symbolizes grief that sears within.
Oh Lord, I try to ease my mind,
But pain is my truest friend.
So as my journey continues,
perpetually transferred to virgin skin,
I will embrace it with all I am,
And all I’ve ever been…
