He broods,
He broods,
A dark intensity
seethes —
What is that
Lurking under the surface?
It is venom —
It is complementary
To creation’s power —
Creation and destruction alike
Work in tandem.
I choose to wed this energy,
For an eternity,
To love —
To truth —
To betterment —
To healing —
To forgiveness,
To virtue.
What is it that I choose to destroy?
It is myself.
It is the barriers I’ve placed
Between love and I
Between truth and I
Between goodness and I.
I choose to annihilate
The ways I’ve limited myself.
I choose to destroy
The chains of the past.
I choose to destroy
The familial burdens
Wielding the caduceus
of epigenetics
Do I transcend the ancestral mesh.
Generational baggage
ending here,
Burnt
In the alchemical flame.
I destroy,
To clear the way
For the mustard seed.
That wildfire
Can take it all
Can take the lies
Can take the pain
I give away the falsehood
In grand surrender
I forfeit.
Let it all be taken,
I care not.
For from the ashes,
Will new life be born.
And it is the sweetness
Of the Morningstar,
That light in my heart.
I exist both on the frontlines
Leading the charge,
Shield and spear forward,
And I luxuriate
As the princess
The crown jewel
For,
Make no mistake,
There is a war being fought.
I see wrong in the world,
I see wrong in my life,
I see wrong in myself.
The wrongness
Is where we’ve missed the mark
Where I’ve missed the mark
In loving.
But,
Sacred goddess —
Your purity,
Your grace,
Is my reason why.
You are my lifeblood,
You are the nectar that gives birth
To the rage of the berserker
You are both
Ambrosia
Rendering me invulnerable
In the battle,
And
That which could drop me to my knees
With the snap of your fingers,
With the flick of a wrist,
By the blink of an eye
This is what love does to me
There is no greater strength
Nor any greater weakness.
A beginning and an end
Intertwined.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 