Getting inked soon
To remember you.
A stain on my skin
Because the one on my heart
Was wiped clean
When you left.

"Oh silly human! What are you doing?"
Is what I wished I asked myself.
All Hyper dimensional, transcendental.
My gift was my Spiritual wealth.

But in so doing, ignorantly a skewing,
Your distorted and unbalanced love.
Under the Sacred Cactus, our Love we did practice,
And exposed that your Origins are from above.

I made Love to an Angel, I didnt realise the danger,
That I would leave behind part of my Soul.
But you never knew your identity, nor what you meant to me,
Now I can never be whole.

So if you are reading, take the caution Im heeding.
Make sure your Love is strong.
Because if you share your Soul, it will take a devastating toll...
When that Divine Love is gone.

Oh Miss Magical! The Muse.. so trajical.
Her essense Divine, her gaze orgasmical.
Let go of those lies, disguised within time. Sedating the mind, wont let your light Shine.

The art and the craft are one. The practioner, an Oracle, the Wizard of Words. Constructing spells, conjured in the sequential scribblings symbolic of sounds. Letters to words to sentences. And in so doing, transmits a magic, a beauty that is communicated and understood by the Soul. Anyone can write down words, but there is that certain intuitive dexterity required, to coordinate the Souls song, to bring something special, magic... not just for the exchange of information, but exchange of emotions. A giving of oneself. A True purpose... To be in service. To guide. These are magical beings, the Sages of the Pages, who Ive only recently rediscovered, after one of them, was right under my nose for so long... She brings pure Magic, she is pure Light,... You know... She is one of your Tribe, She is a Poet... I know this, because everything she did, was poetic. The way she moved, the way she Loved, was pure poetry.. and I interpreted it as Magic.. because thats what Poets are. Gifts of Light...

Tears streaming.
Sun beaming.
Kaleidoscopic sight.
Heart pacing.
Mind racing.
"This" Love I wont fight.
A Light,
So bright!
Divine delight.
Intensity increasing,
I am blind at night.

I felt your stare... stripping my soul.
Body tensing.... Heart rate out of control.
Lungs burning.

You spoke a word... I heard a song.
Mind bending... I accept I was wrong.
Blood burning.

We brushed hands... and evey cell awoke.
Body buzzing... Must relax, before I choke.
Heart burning.

Conclusion: Your Love is Fire,
and its these Flames of Love,
that I am consumed by.
They purify me.

I feel my heart wrenching muted screams, From silently, violently, shattered hopes and dreams.
Mornings fill my veins with shards of glass.
Frozen crystal memories, tormented past.

Vini, vidi, vici... You did your part.
You came, you saw, and you conquered my heart.
But now you are bored, the challenge won.
My heart was yours.. whats done is done.

Although I see you clearer, each day, every night.
I saw your momentum, your anxiety for flight.
And my Love, in its Truth, wont hold you caged.
You lit the spark in my heart, and it blazed and it raged.

I can honestly admit,  I know Im not perfect.
But neither were you, but you are perfectly worth it.
If there is only one thing I wish I could explain,
Is that never, in this process, did I intend to bring pain.

This Love, oceans deep, as old as time...
A thousand life times, your heart was mine.
And mine still yours, in Truth and Light..
Unfortunately obscured by Social fraudulent plight.

I dont know how to end this off, or what to say.
Even though you are physically absent, I love you each day.
And every day after, even though I may lose.
Because every day my heart tells me, that its you who I choose.