Nov 2020
Your finest of dreams
became known..
And in those precious hours
you soared, as I soared
until your own,
horrendously skewed,
self-view
slaughtered the ever-living
**** out of it all..
And, oh my sweet
little desert-wanderer-
you have been mad at me
ever since.
I did not create your view,
someone else did-- so horribly..
so very unfairly
long before we ever met
I came to help restore in you
that which was stolen from you
so very long ago.
But you hauled off and kicked
me in the ****
as soon as your ever-wearing
internal-messaging system kicked in
And down I went, my beautiful--
a total ******* in your eyes
with no way left to bring you the gold
your better-everything, still hungers for.
**** me, my beauty..
baby stick the knife in
deep.
And in a moment of remorse
your tear-stained rusted fortress-gate
will swing wide open..
and with my last dying breath,
I will hand it over to you anyways--
The gold your war-torn heart
had always hoped for
but never thought it deserved.
You are Ishmael, my beautiful--
a blood-borne carrier
of the Living Word
god will hear
