Here's a poem for you...

You preach redemption, salvation and enlightenment;
but how do you know this is true?
Your heart has changed so much through the years;
your rules and affects too.
You keep spouting out loud, barbs at the crowds,
because you, alone, have the right to be proud?
Tell me, King, cuz you alone know everything,
How is anyone 'not you' going to win?

Shut the fuck up!

The coffee pot

There is nothing to hate but fear

Fear is what has landed us in

this place where it felt as though it mattered

This worrying about what someone else thought of you

and there you are, or maybe

it's me standing here

surely one of us must be wrong

but would we be?

still? if we were the other now?

Be gentle with yourself, dear Blossom

do not wilt before you die

My wish for you is to be plucked in your perfection,

then pressed eternally in a page as a

memory of the moment of love's inception,

where and whence we were born

And where we will always be 

you and me or was that I and thee?

What? Are you asking me what I think?

I have seen your dark and

I have seen your light and

still I want to hold you so tightly

and I'm so tired of the waiting

and it withers me to be shamed by my own impatience

yet I learn that I should not even pay mind to the thoughts of others

So why do I worry about my own?

when I am not love,

I am not me.

Press that one into your heart

and be free.



It's just a thought. It does not own you. Watch it slip away.

Pennance

Writing my wrongs in this black box of shame

Humming some hims to erase all the blame

Kneeling before you, I’s lowered in shame

As pen-nance releases my runaway game

Whisper my seek-ret through theses cuts in the steal

Where you hear me, and hold me and tell me to feel

So I squirm and erupt as I rise to my heal

Shedding shame’s ugly skin, for flesh's a-peel

Holding me farther away from your hearth

where my lips cannot bellow your prodigal spark

Where our fire dares not flare to then fall apart

Hold me where the flame is real, not a shot in the dark

Righting your wrongs in this black box- no shame

Kneeling before me you bowed down and I came

I dream of melting your tower of shame, and

I burn slowly, warmly- please don't dampen this flame

Til we whisper our secrets through the holes in this fence
The wall crumbles between us, as we move to confess
And we shed all the wrongs, and move on to the best
In the light, in this love, we are truly the blessed

Pen-nance: The act of writing your wrong


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