Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

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

Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

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

Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“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.”

The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, Where Demons Tread

Wisdom Bits From Hell’s Travels

When senses return to you
Carefully roll over to a better vantage
Pick out gravel from stinging wounds
Rinse them clean if can find water
Scrabble if you can to next levels
Even if only inch by inch
Dragging your broken carcass
Laughing maniacally
After the fall
Baring your teeth aggressively
At scavengers and predators
Letting them know
They’ll go down with you
Until you can make it to higher ground
Where the grass is green
And flowers are blooming
As birds and butterflys and other creatures
Evidence proof of The Garden
And you can begin to reclaim
Your humanity
Again

(Stark contrast to booklet, “Chicken Soup For The Soul”)

Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

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

Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“They speak of age, yet it is more about life experiences, interpretaions, and vision; emotional, spiritual, and psychological intelligence; what drives and motivates – as well as what we can give and provide for each other which dictates compatibility.

I find it fascinating how similar our trials and growth in understanding have been – to the point of how this could have come to be becomes difficult to logically comprehend, for the details in lifes’ design and how we arrived here have been vastly different.”