aspiration

Brand New

Fear and terror

hopes and dreams

a smile so bright

and aspirations so right

stiching together the seams

of a brand new life.

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The Great Becoming (Redux)

 

 

 

I’ve placed too much of myself
right here, along the cable
Too much remains erratic
or, better yet, unstable

 

 

 

 

You moved me like a puppet
yet I gave you the strings
the ones you used to pull me
bound on your broken wings

 

 

 

 

Now I tear from your orbit
Limbs bleeding, bruised, affrayed
I stare out to the future
to history yet unmade

 

 

 

 

Should I now speak in whispers
or what the slaves call "tongues"
to keep the lice from feasting
on kardia’s congealed crumbs?

 

 

 

 

Do I excise all feeling
drain out my tender side
lest I be snared by sirens
and dragged beneath the tides?

 

 

 

 

I need now a renaissance
A death of what once was
Rechristen myself Devil
to slay a thousand Gods

 

 

 

 

Burn out all trace of wretched
to starve the fear inside
Cremate the Superego
Sublime tyrannicide!

 

 

 

 

And rise renewed, infernal
A stronger strain of being
to scar this world constricted
where slavery is the mean

 

 

 

 

You thought you knew what made me
much more than I myself?
You knew only the miser
denying hidden wealth

 

 

 

 

Sing requiems for the dreamer
who choked on your sweet words
He lives now, reincarnate
beyond the reach of herds

 

 

 

 

~MRDA~

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reworking the path...

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