Ascendancy may come
but as skeletal remains.
I am a doormat of isolation
but thrown down
into the fire of oneness.
I remain humanly combustible
but spiritually consumed.
I live now
to complete the over-soul link.
I have thickened my soul
to knock on that door.
Aloneness departing from despair,
is my sacrifice
to move from demons
to a god within.
I release my cause-burdens
as benchmarks of my journey.
Avoidance
and preoccupation dance
into the full moon night,
as my times of struggle
are dismantled and dismissed,
to come home to a oneness
as a presence from within.
Gone is a rock star
of tragic sincerity.
Surrender is a sacrifice
of evocative grace.
It is a roast
of provocative lost soul.
Dignity and spite
provide the hands that craft.
A jagged edginess
gives authentic
comfort and support.
If I hold your undivided attention
by topic
and by charismatic means
then I have tested the waters
of a darken mirror looking back
with my emptiness.
Now, I am most comfortable
in tumultuous chaotic settings
where some soul force
takes over me
and makes me come forth
from within
in a burdenless way.
Somewhere
within these lessons,
we are all free
when we come from
this oneness
through the darken mirror
looking back
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