May the pain and shame
Rain down on me so
You might be spared
May the pain and shame
Rain down on me so
You might be spared
I’ve lived too long, and
Seen too much. My bones
Ache for rest and peace
Though I am a mighty king,
I am an illustrious
Prisoner of this mantle.
If my strength should fail, even
For a moment, I will be
Executed by next moon.
If you should spurn the gifts of
Your fathers, you will swim in
Open sea without tether
I awaited the
Descent of Seraphim to
Protect me. Instead,
I got the shit kicked
Out of me. Later, when I’d
Healed, I resolved that
I would become that
Angel for others who was
Never there for me.
After he first was
Spoken to by Barbelith,
He began to see
Her glyph everywhere;
In graffiti, reflected
In rainwater, and
Tattooed on the chest
Of the beautiful woman
He had just now met
Mind speaks through us, not
To us, a symphony or
Cacophony, as
Insane, chaotic
As the world soul itself.
All contradiction.
When I finally
Allow humility to
Diffuse throughout my
Life, it brings with it
Humor, grace and peace, enough
To face the next day.
I was crushed into
The dust; I gazed heavenward
For my chariot