A Wasp In The Over-Shadow

LIGHT WARRIOR


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I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..

The truth, sought out and beckoned for

Pleading daily just for acknowledgement

Spewed forth blatantly upon the twisted tongue of something that was once something else

No courteous beating around of any bushes this time

A vacant rhyme filled with sorrow

Spat at my face by a llama of semi-possession

A grasshopper of abuse that flows like a fountain

The noose tightens around my lungs

My heart lets itself shatter, finally

Stung by the tragic reality that has pawed violently at the glass door , embedding clawed indentations all over its surface

An obvious mark of defiance

The refusal to uncover the admittance in spite of the fact that it all has been already exposed

I can hear his souls over-shadowing demise

I can hear the words that I have heard within me before

My entire core becomes numb

Such a naive, love-sickened bitch I have become

A sin upon myself

I have allowed myself to hide behind the trees that are now but only barren branches

Leaves dried...fallen...blown away...raked into piles and bagged

Trash

Lashing out time after time

No rhythm, no rhyme echoed then..

Now, I am poisoned by the sting of am angry wasp

The venom over-shadows my blood

Feeling physically everything that I am seeing in spirit right here before me

It was a natural instinct, then, to merge

But, I will never be so asinine again

Bending the energy of this realm with the clandestine power of my will, born unto me

Granted to me the moment my soul chose this shell

The wasp may have stung me but I wont become another moron who has fallen from the grace of myself, NOT I!

An insect will not be what forces love to die

Not even one that can penetrate and fly in synchronicity

This over-shadow that rests upon my partners over-sexed temple

The sorcery continues barking out incoherent bantering in a gleeful attempt to see my torment

The wasp made its move already, came in for the kill

It fucked the living shit out of me and I never even parted my legs

Its tiny corpse lies bent and flailing, slightly

Soon to become as still as the night that surrounds us

Now something gnaws at my jugular

No empathy as it forces me to repent for his deceit

From the seat of the wisdom of the soul, I shall conquer this spectre

Never to listen to it repeat this nonsense again

Never

Victory above the over-shadow is now my main endeavor

I will begin by performing the proper requiem for the poor little wasp

A relaxing, easy ritual for I, the witch

I will then feed its body to the fucking bitch who thought she could wriggle her way in

If she had knocked on my door more politely and greeted me correctly in my home, so much more pleasant her evening could have been

Oh well, she'll get what she gets because this is what happens when a bitch tries to tamper with one of my men

Now, she is free to dissipate into thin air

Poof, she's an ash tray!

Fare thee well!

 

7/31/2005

 

  • Author: LIGHT WARRIOR (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2016 05:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was in 2005, when I had lost my job that I loved so much after 5 years. I went off the deep end. I met Henry, the first real relationship that I had since my return here to ABQ from Reno. He was very involved with meth, which I had been clean of for 5 years. Well, I could not beat his addiction, so of course I joined it..I also had turned my back to my spiritual gifts simultaneously,, which I embraced again so intensely that I had forgotten all of the rules of the game, so to speak...I still believe to this day that getting involved too personally with his family and the witchcraft that was upon them is what ruined us, as a couple.However, my very first cleansing/Revearsal ritual had very many blessed results. In hindsight, I would do things differently as it took my entire life for a huge tailspin ride through the jungles of the hags...it was a lot of fun at times, and almost like being in a fucking movie...anyway, heres a little excerpt from that time period/..more to come in the future..
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  • Tony36

    Great poem

    • LIGHT WARRIOR

      thank you..still to this day I can read this piece and get something more about it each time.. Written when my mind was in very rare form..

      • Tony36

        Welcome



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