I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
Thinking back to this same time last year
My fiancé arrived with his twat of a mom
Then, almost immediately our moms were together
Two days later, she arranged for them to fly back first class to Albuquerque..they were gone before Christmas even came
His name will forever linger upon the breath that I breathe..
I won't ever be able to find it in me to harbor hatred for that man, because he has always been like a best friend and a brother to me..
We had something magical that nobody else could stand..
It has happened with others in my life since then..
They all love me so much that they can't find it in them to have basic respect for anyone that I call my men
Of course, they are all the same bitches who have held onto shit that's never been as if someday it will suddenly be..
They cannot set themselves free from their vacant ideals..
I have been there many a time before, so what I am saying is shit that I know first hand..
Portals have opened up every time that I have loved and there was always something that I allowed to come through that saw to it that nothing ever went as we had planned..
I know now that making plans is not necessary when you are in love..
In fact, they become the blueprint to all of your madness...
Portals were created by haters all through my existence by senseless fucking jackals who had no idea what they were even fucking with...
It is not my wish to try to close them..why should I work at fixing some other fools mistakes?
I refuse to make plans anymore unless we are unified in a circle of protection within our sacred space..
There is a place and a time for everything under the blessed Sun..
It is definitely unwise for me to wear the truth upon my face
When it comes to my body, I only wish to connect to the Soul..which is why sex to me is sacred..it should always remain unseen..
Never spoken of except for to those I love if even then..
Through the practice of Zen, I finally reached the point of Kundalini alone..
Now I want to share it with another.
Then, we will reach it over and over again....
I have been stalked by beings who have come through portals so many times that the strength I have earned lets me know in my heart that my soul truly will go on forever...
Clever little scam they got going on with the invention of the lie of what happens after we supposedly die...
Try again, folks, story time is over ...I already know...life goes on..light still exists in that place I call the afterglow....
12/23/2018
- Author: LIGHT WARRIOR ( Offline)
- Published: December 24th, 2018 02:54
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 22
Comments2
A compelling read Jason - -so true that life goes on and that death is a mere opposite to birth - as part of the permanent there can never be an opposite to life -- your poet's mind wrapped the subject up well - - best wishes my friend for the festive season.
Thank u both..I corrected some typos that snuck by me before..u have a wonderful holiday season as well..
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