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.

So Grateful

Its'a Valentines,
Im'a spend some dimes,
Wine and dine my wife,
What a splendid life,
I will spoil her.

(Once a year I'm grateful)

Might make me a steak,
Brownies we will bake,
Belts about to break,
Might just change my shape,
To the mounds of our plates full.

(Hope She's grateful)

In bed we will spoon,
I'll be bigger soon,
Lay the towels down,

As I go to town,
Turn this night around.

(In this space I'm so grateful)  

Might just suck my dick,
V day head is sick,
When she hit the base,
I will strain my face,
Kiss her for the taste.

(For the face full I'm grateful)

She loves me? She loves me not.

Rose gold cum stained memories,

Found myself compelled to pick petals for my enemies,

Transitory melodies combined to make our symphony,

Minor stimulations make me recreate those energies,

My plans to synthesise and dose myself for centuries,

Admit to me: Were you happy? With such necessity?

They should have warned us we'd be altered by such ecstasy,

You laced our lips with lullabies I wish you never said to me,

Synchronised traumas which corrupt and changed our destiny, 

"You didn't have to mention me" or "You shouldn't have to ask", 

Tasked with archiving life's lessons from the past, 

Tripping on the bars I placed as homage to the last,

"Lets get this done fast" to "We should think this through",

Both ignorant to the cost of the absence of you.

Familia agradecida

Unknown celebrations of which I was gifted,

Filled bellies and thinned blood,

Earfuls of laugher and mouthfuls of love,

A warmth id expect from my own but not owed,

We were all tangled at the wrists,

Content with this misplacement,

Crossed oceans to attend this intimate gathering,

Two feet atop forty thousand just to see you,

Eyes darting and stuck open wide,

Lights as bright as the company shared,

The rain wouldn't make me miss a thing,

In awe of where I landed and what I left,

Everything besides mother natures interference,
Made the stones skip similarly across the pond.

The Air Tastes "Different" Here

I was a small man hailing from similar land,
A subtlety I wished I wasn't privy to,

Attempting to tread the same steps as my idols,
Each footprint forward seemed smaller than the last,
Swallowed as the trees gained height around me,

Lichen masking them with a youthful vibrancy,

Whilst their roots older than the nation they serve,

I recount the saying: "The sky is bigger in America",

Watching as the soils stretched overhead and upwards,  

Displaying humbly each of its earthen crowns,

My gaze became too much for my eyes to swallow,

As I was left to wallow in my impotence,
Forced to contemplate my miniscule presence.

Here in this bastion of hardwood and bloodshed,

Partaking in the same gluttony I brand heresy, 

Toasting to descendants of the morally unjust,

Every action gave way to a lamenting moment,
The things I spare no thought for gain traction here,
The breaths of my own territory were tedious,
But in this state every inhalation was an entrée,
Safe roads we drove went nowhere familiar, 

The same heaven above looked alien,

Faces of the mob seemed suddenly exotic, 

Light danced with me behind the scenes,

Whilst my native tongue now fails me,

At least it's not from behind a screen.

The Legends of La-La Land

I had never seen such a filtered gaze,
Bisected at first glance,
The pieces turned to stone and crashed,
At the feet of medusa and her bladed eyes,
Picturesque in umbers and ivories,

Every last look was lethal.

She held inside her many faces,

Brine more pure than any ocean,

Bound to float amidst the waves,

Beached those who would breach her depths,

Unaware of the reflecting constellations, 

Poseidon coveted for more than Amphitrite.

Pharaonic glyphs carved in her flesh,

Buried within lost labyrinths,

Rested in your simple tomb,

Your insides pristine and as real as the rest,

Glaring red on your wrists and chest,
Raising those susceptible.

Little red slayer of wolves,

Was swallowed whole to rest in the warmth,

A tiger laced with stripes and stars,

Escaped and bushed the forest vermillion,

Under the hood laid a competent beast,

With cries and roars mistaken for melodies.

Heroines bow strung tight with riddles,

Quiver stocked full of cherubs tips,

Earned from the rich to pierce the poor,

And aimed with such precision,

Accepted the volley and crumbled at her feet,

The fortunate skewered in sentiment.

Riding or robin was never the question, 

Regardless this maiden might kill me,

Guide me realms unknown by most,

And choose me to be slain,

The description of angel to modest,

This was a Valkyrie too sweet in her embrace.

No single myth could capture your story,

All these unimaginable things and more.