Category: Where Demons Tread

“Could you love me in my haggard, hollowed state?

What if this is as good as it’ll ever get for me again?

Although there is much else that I could give you.

I just can’t keep being a work horse.”

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.”

“I look for traces of you,
But find only memories.”

“I suspect you have the ability to make my world spin ’round – which is a rare gift, indeed.”

I think we can give to each other
The things that we have desired

“I regret that I could not see you last time you came by.

I have been struggling to get my path right side up, again

I plan to be there, this time…

Adorned in celebration.”

“I’ve allowed your traction to pull me in, nice and cozy, with hope for a better future.

It’s the unknowns and unmet needs that I still struggle with.”

“I saw how you kept trying…

Would you extend the same courtesy to me?”

“I know that you understand what it is like to lose a love that could have become everything.”

“It seems that when attempting to overcome great barriers and move onto better realms, the Gods of Chaos extract a blood price.

What is this twisted alchemy, and how can we better appease it?”

(Family losses and my big toe just got shredded)

I knew you knew
Sensing the taint

It’s why I reached out
With gentle carress

To let you know
I felt your pain

Valid as mine
In owed debt

Deserving
To be paid

Reframed

We yearn for acknowledgement of
Our efforts and unending devotion

While used and told repeatedly “No”
Until we finally accept and move on

Yet when we turn to new love’s hope
They arise from past to reengage us

Calling upon our prior promises to stay
As if we still owe them after “killed” us

I know that we’ve both
Yearned for deliverance

Yet do not be afraid
Once we’ve acquired

If things do not go
According to vision

What has driven us to find it
Is merely a new door opening

Where life begins again
In next level complexity

I think we could manage it
If we rise to the challenges

Keeping each other in mind
Holding our bond as sacred

It makes me frustrated to not
Know what to say around you

And nervous
To be reliant

I say this because
You mightn’t know

Due to how
Well I mask