Your ***** failure came to visit My schizophrenia recited it's coils Thoughts of anxiety And writhing in my own skin. I wanted two different things. For this to work, my love flow to you And yours back to me Uninhibited That free flowing connection I seem to have with so many people. Because I am strong and loving and patient. But your ***** failure came to visit And it brought revelation In such a narrow minded translation And you both preached of death And evil And releasing all suffering Once the body stops beating.
I tried to show my rhythmic patterns I wound up all my music boxes. I said I thought we should appreciate Each moment we are breathing.
You both seemed offended.
I waited for you by the window Wanting hard for you to stay But when you both walked in the door It was clear we were not the same.
We never were. My mother, and then the grand The lineage of my ancestory. But how am I so different From anything you'll ever be.
Wrapped to tightly in bible paper And the law of the land. Fantasizing about the day you die So you can be with God
And you tried to tell me bad news And I told you i already knew I was not effected by the chaos But you had more speech to ensue And you spewed Oh you spewed Of every terribly saddening thing. And I laughed out loud at your struggle At your death mind writhing. And you looked to me as if I were trouble Laughing at tragedy. But I responded to you gently With every body dies And you went back to your speech Of how only the good rise.
Aren't we all just holding so tightly to these bodies that we pray for an after life I'm learning to appreciate the life that I was given And to trust that I've already risen From the compounds of pleasure And the lust from your wombs And In the end We will all have our tombs.
My grandmother. A spiritual warrior who was gifted so intensely with psychedelic and energetic experience yet with in the confines of modern Christianity and jehova witness ship she found her self stifling the very thing which was trying to born itself with in her. Never have I met a person so close to the truth yet miles away... and my mother, a self proclaimed satanist, ex ****** /****** **** Christian Who has played all the roles mythology has to offer.