Month: July 2025

You’re Prime
You must know this by now
It’s in your walk
Your carriage
Catching up with yourself
Any negatives are
Now merely incidentals
Yet you are more vulnerable
Because you are more real
Outer shell
I could be the inner
Wrapping around your heart
Protector
My weakness
Is prior assumptions
Chagrined by fame
Thinking you’d discard
What’s offered after consumption
Are you more than this?
Have you retained integrity?
Are you capable of
Further transcending?
I would push the levels
By mere presence
You would need to guide
Pumping the brakes
To keep us out of madness
As the world tries to change us
We’d be stronger as one
They’d never tame us
But we could help them grow
And learn to love us
As reflections of
True embodiment

Look at us and how we got here
Arriving at the crossroad junction

Laugh with me, will you? At comedy
From such defined misery’s tragedies

How is it you grew from a magic bean
And I grew by impinged-upon flapping?

How wondrous that from two such paths
We meet now in misalignment’s matching!

I think about you in how alike to me
Sensorially-starved yet surrounding

Where I had words you held the keys
How did you lean into their guidance?

Mapper of mirror-scapes captivated
Held enraptured within own demise

Stained glass spellcast ascensionisms
Black-lit by loss of soul’s compromise

Dearest, what charm could be woven
Securing your heart safely reclaimed?

Could we gift each other redemption
Held secret within source of flames?

What was the price for those favors
Infused by promised mutual benefit?

Light no longer suck-sallowed gray inked
With the strength of pitch-black midnight

Aching to heal our grief beckons my hands
Quivering to deliver wounds washed clean

Steel shards still imbedded within my heart
Will my spirit to embracing our magnetisms

It seems we are the question’s answer
In ways only divine elements conspire

And I ponder in wonder at vast galaxies
Granting bequethment of you by my side

Due to risk on many levels.

“How do I claim the art as mine?

I have yet to find a way to begin.”

“Do not worry…I am just doing some ‘house cleaning.'”

“Maybe we won’t meet and connect.

But I’d rather have the hope of our doing so than any other sub-par relationship reality.”

In the deepest dark, one can sometimes find the brightest light.

“I know that we see in each other what we had hoped others before could become.

However, you and I have also grown farther beyond any of this.

It would be good for us to have many deep and expansive conversations together to delineate and identify bearings within ourselves and with each other regarding.

And I am looking forward to navigating the unknown future with you, walking hand in hand as we reclaim our primal vitalities.”