#acolyte
Eyes of anthracite, ignite-
Fuel for my waning spirit
Food for my hungry soul.
Her rays mirrored sunlight,
And I, a humble acolyte:
Happily dirtying myself to worship coal.
The decades of pressure
Stifling in leisure, tiny slivers of pleasure.
Harsh force of demand.
Idle gem, form of a diamond:
Unaware of her own worth.
How often, is ignorance our ruin
And ourselves, our own undoing.
To eat our own words:
How it hurts
Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 4:36 PM UTC
His favorite protégée
Mentors her day by day
You are his curious delight
You're always affable
And so unflappable
Yes you're his favorite acolyte
Though your aura's sacred chic
Radiating cool mystique
Your life story does bespeak
Constant fight
His patronage for your art
Remains for you're his dear heart
Shine favorite protégée shine
Rejoice that your lives intertwine
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC