Just be kind
Let go of resentment
Quit picking old scars
They've healed long ago
Trauma is so much a part
Of your identity
Who could you possibly be
If you let yourself heal completely?
Would you recognize the reflection
When the fog is wiped from the mirror?
Or are you still in creation mode
Taking pieces of everyone else
Trying on their skin to see how it wears
See how it feels against your issues
What are we but a mere construct
Of experiences and observations
Picked from those around us

The joys of creation
Is theirs to own
A burden than a joy
Carried on alone

The joys of creation
Is theirs alone
A burden of a joy
Is mine to own

Such a joy to be created
Given although I never asked
Accessed without my permission
I was built, birthed to last

Butterflies and clockwork hearts,
You put me together with those parts.
Gently you pieced like I'm art,
Making sure I don't fall apart.
A feeling I can't deny,
When I first opened my eyes.
Butterflies that feel so nice,
A heart that beats more than twice.
With our irises locked at each other,
I realise what is there to bother?
When you're with me,
It's all that matters.

Your heart has a question to ask,

My love

Come and sit down with me.

I can explain things the best that I can

My love

Because I truly do want you to see.

You've asked why we can't be at one

My love

And you pine for what the answer will be.

.


There was just us in the beginning of time

My love

I gave to you endlessly.

It went on like this millions of years

My love

But there was someone you were longing to be.


You asked to be more like myself

My love,

To have the power to love endlessly.

And not just continue to take from

My love

But give it all back to me.

As soon as I give you this chance,

My love

To conquer this world on your own,

My love

You created a moment in time,

My love

A moment that we could define,

My love

And without history before or future to come,

Existence turned on its axis, and from that was sprung,

A million shards of stardust with delicate strings,

Cast out into the universe to become every thing.

.

You deserve ultimate perfection,

My love

You asked to work for this on your own,

But things don't go in just one direction,

My love

Those delicate shards of stardust may stray far and wide,

Adventuring life,

Developing pride,

Forgetting their roots the farther away,

But those strings will begin to tighten one day,

And all the burden and strain and strife that you bear,

Will only make you more able to share,

In the absolute perfection of being aware,

Of the intricate depth of

My love

.

You will have to get to the end of the rope

My love

And then you will actually see,

That it's more like an elastic band

My love

Drawing you right back to me.

The pieces collect,

And lock back to place,

In this beautiful vessel in a beautiful place,

And we'll call that place heaven, to paint a picture in your mind,

And when it's time...

.


You and I together, will simply be

My love

Where the lover and loved become free

My love

You will come back to me

My love

And together we will love endlessly.

You threw me to the snakes
leaving me to fend for myself,
discarding me like an object that
you had grown bored of.
And,
when i crawled out from the pit
more powerful than before,
venom coursing through my veins ,
I became the monster.
I became the one to be feared.

How easy it is to forget that monsters are not born
but made
and my dear,
you are responsible for every inch of the creature I have become.

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Still pale grey earth is turned,
Deep is the loam moisted,
Lone by the Ploughman.

The rows of the brushed patches,
Sweating the breakneck blood,
Are painted by labours.

Messiah doors out cathedral,
With iron plod anoints the soil,
Exposed unto mercy sun.

His hands are knobbed in stone,
His eyes searing of the star,
His face dark as deep loam.

Each day ablutions of sod earth,
Heaved out tilling unfree wills,
Burdens of harnessed beast.

Dark is the turned loam moisted,
Water flame heat of veined mist,
Seeds sown explode to bloom.

After thorny works, crowned blood,
Sun leaves to wine red fruition,
Ploughman maker is done.
.

Faith is real substance
Of things not yet seen
Not seen by my eyes
But my mind, clear and keen

Faith requires action
And focus I must
Faith is creation
With God whom I trust

By faith worlds were framed
And this power I choose
To frame my own world
And the wealth I can use

Faith gives me vision
A more excellent way
To discern the right acts
What to do - what to say

I’ll practice this faith
And grow in this skill
For my “Eye of Faith”
All my dreams will fulfill