#rulership
silently healing
tunnelling into my veins to introspect
violently dealing
with numerous instances of disrespect
i am more than you allowed
i am not under your rulership
i am destined to figure out
just who this person is
my heart beats, my eyes follow
my arms reach, my spirit cowls
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
I blinked, but beheld it,
the marching of warships,
the broken caskets
at the feet where bishops
of Brixen worshipped,
and the agonizing steps to the castle
-- a spiritual climb --
gifts and prayers in each one's pocket,
(you've got yours, I've got mine).
And there it was opening in the sky:
a woman, in between cycles,
clothed with the sun;
her groom carries her up those steps,
they ring the bell,
and make a wish
for their love to flow against
the current like sea flowers
in the spring.
I blinked, but beheld it,
there was smoke,
there was wind,
there was nothing
but the warm scent of potica,
and pletna aplenty,
their upright oarsmen rowing
through the bloodstream.
They row for the stillborn
who never see the sun.
But there is freewill, and there is sin.
Our kingdom rise.
Our kingdom fall.
Forgive us first, Father,
(our blood shall feed the earth).
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
Janus-faced, she sits in her
Sinister bathing tub
Cleansing herself from
Fallen lovers
The very ones
She devised subtle ends to
Lest they should claim
Her heart for a kingdom
Vandals of her plumage
Whom she allowed
To drink from her stream
Once or twice
A god of vengeance sent her
A message in a bottle today
To prove the origin of her flow
And remind her that time is
Fly-by-night
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC