Once I Was Blessed, Even if it was by the Cursed.

I was arrogant to think I was a step ahead of anything my mind could conjure,

Never believed an offered reality could be worth more than my own dreams,  

Each force attracted became greater than my own evolving imagination,

Fighting a lifetime of ancient anxieties just to be considered undefeated,

Vowing time and time again to never let myself be overpowered,

That confusing road to victory anything but smooth and painless,

Each bump familiar in all its abusive forms.

With a lack of faith I could allow myself to never be unworthy of anything,

Smug and content with my own presumptuous and contagious heresy,

Pursued in a witch hunt by those who were never weak enough to infect,

The prison of ichor stank of the same fear and regret I drowned in,

That substance I was saved from was slightly less viscous,

What a shameful and blasphemous existence it was,

Struggling free from my unsympathetic cesspool.

I was barely servant lorded over by consistent contradictions,
Settled as a peasant spoilt amidst wealthy company,

On loaned time while wasting the ticks of others,  

Cursed to be tantalizing and remain unloved,

Freezing to death amidst the warmest souls,

Content to the slow death of attrition,

While I maintained my stockpile.

Blessed by the the Shepard wanting no part of his flock,

Blessed the same soul I could never put my faith in,

Blessed are the eyes forced open by my brothers,
Blessed be my created and incomplete entity,

Blessed to be ignorant and oblivious,

What a blessed abomination I was,   

At most I was blessed,

At worst I was blessed the least.   

Eyes In The Stars

I dreamt I was a space farer,
The sun stroked my many spheres,
Helped synthesize this warmth,
Manifested these dark fears.

Made these mirrors in the void,
Immured glazed eyes behind them,
Progression at the speed of light,
This cosmos mine to condemn.

Preserved from deterioration,
The sardonic space faring barbarian,
His cage of flesh so vulnerable,
Suited alien humanitarian.

Enamored by savage impulses,
A greedy linchpin in the unknown,
Brought these butterflies into orbit,
Old ecology given new home.

A hope they’d choke In the vacuum,
Or be overwhelmed by Infinity,
Escaped a rotation to join the expanse,
Amongst the edges of sanguinity.

Why whisper in the vacuum,
Disregard unreachable stars,
This mix of silence and darkness,
The same void we claimed as ours.