At sun up I’m done.
Used, disposable, stranger
To all those for whom
I’ve given so much.
I inhale their unkindness,
Exhale pure love, I
Am free, I am me,
And I love my life. No one
Will take it from me.
Tag: strength
Twenty Eight
Inputted my first
Name to Chaldean numbers,
Got twenty eight. Was
Told this meant I was
Unlucky, unwanted. I
Start strong, then hit so
Many roadblocks, it
All dries up; I have to start
Again. Losses are
Inexorable.
Well, fuck. That’s my life to a
Tee when I’m on a
Depression jag. But,
Here’s why that’s bullshit. Netzach
Is twenty eight, is
Victory, power.
It’s four seven times, it’s Gad,
Warrior tribe, the
Strongest brother of
Israel, and there’s four of
Him. G-d named as He
Is seen in Venus,
Adonai ha-Aretz, I
Am beloved of
The Lord, times four. With
These prophecies in conflict,
I derive union:
Strength and power must
Not grow complacent, but must
Practice the strictest
Discipline. For a
Kingdom neglected goes to
Ruin, is torn by
War without end. The
Beloved provokes envy,
Leads to malice, so
Must my splendor be
Veiled, disclosed with time and care;
I am a pearl,
Not to be cast to
Swine. Material things I
Will lose; gold remains.
Hedonist
My pleasure is a
Good and worthwhile goal. It brings
Life and love to all.
Contendings with the Pretender
The Lord has given
Me this land to possess, you
Scrawny rooster, you
Have squandered your great
Talents, have let your moment
Pass; your throne is lies.
Your fealty to
Faker cannot save you. Yield
Your territories.
They belong to me.
My mighty men have taken
Your citadel, and
Your guards are now dead.
You are sick, tired; I am
Sick of you. We now
Purify our land,
You shall be our sacrifice.
But I am gentle,
Rooster; permit I
Strangle you. Otherwise, must
You suffer the sword.
The blade will rend your
Most delicate places, and
Your agony will
Fill your palace as
Once your riches did. Choose now,
Your only mercy.
The Invisibles
The ones who know me like no one else.
The ones who know my worth.
The ones who have my back
The ones who will not quit until all are redeemed.
The ones to help me free the G-d from the machine.
The ones who are like me.
The ones whose powers and abilities are beyond mine, and can shepherd me.
The ones who set this plan in motion long ago, and know that love wins out.
In the Egregore
Gates of matter, I
Fight through this protoplasm
Gasping for air, I
Struggle with evil
Draining me out I need your
Freshness and love, please.
Garden of Unforgetting
In my journeys have I happened upon
The Garden Unforgetful, thrice did I
Eat her fruit. When first I sampled, learned I
To trip the light fanatastick, no longer
Bound by gravity, the chains were loosed, danced
For the rain. All the overseers could
Not fix me to this earth, for of the sky
Was I born; return to my home did I.
Second fruit, spoke did I in my one true
Voice, as pure and strong, the leader for whom
World ached. With deep resonance I did
Intone, command, withdrew Excalibur.
The last fruit showed me witnesses, a cloud
Kindred, broken hearts, so lonely, lovely,
Awaiting healing and communion. More
Than a year since I visited garden
Green, yet I have found it grows in me, and
Its harvest will soon become my supper.
Locked Wood
Upset was I when
You revealed that never were
We friends. My kinship
With you, only the
Desperate projection of
Loneliness. Yet now
Recognize I that
Of course, you’re not like me. An
Impossibility. For create
Myself anew each
Day do I, ever different,
Only myself; it
Could only be me.
May God bless and keep you. See
You in the next life.
Rough Love
Rough love from tough men
Taught me to be normal. They
Used me, they dumped me.
To big brother they
Did the same; still he lingers
Around their house, waits.
Little brother had
Not his patience; he went to
The bars and found them
Which was wise? Lonely
Me, needy big, full little?
Which is normal now?
