She Says

She says

I don’t look like me anymore

That the hunch in my back is more pronounced

Sunken, was the word she used

She says

my scars are in trenched deeper

Revealing my truer nature

She says

the cuadro espiritual that surrounds

My aura is too blinding with its brilliant hues

For her black and white ways

For she says she carries the blessing of Issa

Yeshua came to her in a misa

Blowing smoke in her face de el cigarro

Agua Ardiente balanced perfectly

In the other hand

Now replaced by the wine

But me

She says

No longer holds the blessing of the father

Like the baptismal waters drowning

The sins of her past

I am not worthy of her love

For she now is bonded by a holier spirit

His preaching more attractive than mine

His Gods holding more promise than mine

My devotions make her cringe with remorse

Of the times we’ve shared together

She says

that only his blood cleans away

The prints of my love off her body

Like holy water in an exorcism

So I wait in the shadows

Like the cypher of Lu

Wanting to shatter her doubts

Because though

She says

What she says

Her spirit still calls out to me

In the far reaches of her soul

Where only I can ever exist

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Ever-Changing

Ever changing am I

A chord progression in song

An ending of a season

The leaf that withers

And blooms as plant on the ground

I beg of you

Don’t seek to nail me down

Into this or that

I’ll fail each and every time

I always color outside the line

There is no reason nor tale to tell

Only awakening to today

And eternally resting yesterday

A froth of water to shore

Returning to its source

Such am I

Ever changing…. forevermore

Maybe So

Maybe So

You say that the love of the father is not in me

I’ll shrug and say… it maybe so

That I’m taken by the world and all that’s in it

I’ll think for a moment and say… it maybe so

And that I’ve must’ve never been saved or blessed

I’ll look down and say… it maybe so

That I’m a lie, a walking contradiction

I’ll smirk and say… it maybe so

You’ll give up on me, and say I’m lost

That I don’t have a clue

That I know nothing and hold nothing

I’ll smile and say

Now you get it

Emerald

Tell me beloved

What is a field of roses

When you are the very garden

From which it breathes ?

All can perceive

That our father

Whispered a secret in your ears;

Golden Words

only you can decipher

Oh where does such magic

Derive from, dearest one?

All would come

If you’d divulge

What you’ve hidden from the world

Tell me beloved

Of this emerald you possess

Tell me