I stand under – as we wade past,
My life forfeit - the die is cast
He is needed more for the land
As I drown, I understand
My body hurts – it’s punished
Under the heel – it is pushed
I did not run at the command..
I am at fault I understand
Her head rests on my shoulder
A cloak of remorse I hide under
Equally jilted though is my brand,
Her pain, my numbness, I understand
I toil hard and not ask why
I shall do, till I break and die
Over to him, everything I hand
I don’t matter, I understand
The heart harkens to those kind hails
At the undertone – strangely it fails
To break again, it refuses to stand
Closed and never to understand…
Monday, August 17, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
The Tainted Divine – The Marred Mystic
In those pristine halls, beyond the confines of time and space
I communed in holy abandon in a world filled with love and grace
Adored, celebrated and deified in a world so sinless and pure
Living in infinite ecstasy and enchantingly majestic allure
Proud of my sanctified legacy, as god’s own beloved wife
I dwelt in pious spiritual trance, the realms of a mystic life
Cocooned from the mundane rules of the puritan world so earthy
And the dogmatic laws that are slaves of the strong and wealthy
Tainted and marred I stand today, unclothed in your midst
Tarred, feathered, tarnished and crushed, under law’s iron fist
Labelled a lost and sinful soul, by those who own the earth
Of those who hail me a sinner, in the world there is no dearth
My communion is degraded to a street walker’s abject disrepute
My mysticism’s shards linger, wretched, lonely and destitute
I communed in holy abandon in a world filled with love and grace
Adored, celebrated and deified in a world so sinless and pure
Living in infinite ecstasy and enchantingly majestic allure
Proud of my sanctified legacy, as god’s own beloved wife
I dwelt in pious spiritual trance, the realms of a mystic life
Cocooned from the mundane rules of the puritan world so earthy
And the dogmatic laws that are slaves of the strong and wealthy
Tainted and marred I stand today, unclothed in your midst
Tarred, feathered, tarnished and crushed, under law’s iron fist
Labelled a lost and sinful soul, by those who own the earth
Of those who hail me a sinner, in the world there is no dearth
My communion is degraded to a street walker’s abject disrepute
My mysticism’s shards linger, wretched, lonely and destitute
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
The endeavor
Though the cold and heavy flood, intimidates and daunts
Though Pain rips my being and courage hangs by a tread
It is my hard endeavor and not a sprightly jaunt
Against the tide and the dark, I truly shall trudge ahead
Though the sun may show his fury and burn the very path
Though the thorns may cut and mar me to death till I bled
Destiny in my heart, I shall harken, despite their immense wrath
Along the eternal pathless route, I truly shall trudge ahead
Though Pain rips my being and courage hangs by a tread
It is my hard endeavor and not a sprightly jaunt
Against the tide and the dark, I truly shall trudge ahead
Though the sun may show his fury and burn the very path
Though the thorns may cut and mar me to death till I bled
Destiny in my heart, I shall harken, despite their immense wrath
Along the eternal pathless route, I truly shall trudge ahead
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