Category: Poet

The Errors of my Way

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Not going to speak of motivation

Or being in tuned with spirit

Won’t assert my own personal beliefs

Because I may feel owner of truth 

Will not cleverly decipher my childhood

And adult years 

And spew it on some rhetorical rant

Of now knowing better

That I’ve somehow figured it out

Or that divinely inspired 

I’ve spoken out words of awakening

No I dare not partake 

Of such false imagery 

Only to capture the attention of you

I’d rather digest my failures

Into essays

Formulated from my tears

Spouting into capsules of reality

That yes I have wronged a multitude 

Of past lovers and friends

Have used them as a means to an end 

Where human and sub human exist 

Lest not forget 

Cursed as I am

I bleed from self inflicted penance 

Yet you’ll never attest to this

Viciously astute I do hide well

Behind an erected stature 

With no chip left on shoulder 

I seek repentance 

From thee

From myself 

And What I’ve yet to do to you

From the errors of my way

Jesters Throne

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Hours I spent Waiting on you to love me in return

To give a sign of peace

To let me know all was good

I scratched out a part of my heart

To give to you

If only you had the time

To accept it

But I understand

I wasn’t top on your list

Playthings 

Don’t get priority 

But I sure did play that role well

Didn’t I…

I remember the anticipation 

Of just your call

I only wanted to hear 

That you would renounce the world

For me

Yet I sat alone 

On the jesters throne 

Where I learned that a house does not make a home

But tomorrow does announce itself

To the hiders of emotion

Where what we cover 

Forces it’s way to the light

So

I await today’s end. 

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The Disciple

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Lamentable how I idolized you

Sort of worship your ways

Wanted to emulate speech patterns 

So bad, I’d forget the sound of my voice

Words you spewed became laws

And I enforced them defiantly on myself

Til scars became stronger than flesh

I detested my reality

Cause yours was truth… Wasn’t it?…

Wouldn’t chew until you sat and ate

No need to say grace in your presence

God couldn’t hold a candle next to you

And Satan trembled at the mention of your name

I became a disciple 

Renouncing self

Removing attachment and possession

Sun rising and setting for you

I was foolishly happy

Lost but found 

Where others would try to stifle your actions

I’d brush it off with zeal

For the epitome of beauty and truth you were

Weren’t you?

I crawled like believers in Tibet

To reach your throne

Only to be dispatched away

Leaving me like most that follow 

And hold faith 

Crumpled in submission

I claimed me

Absent from your tyranny 

I regenerated self 

The instrument of perception guided 

And I danced in its example 

Where eyes opened

And acceptance ensued 

Though alone I finally felt repose.

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