Halls of Maeve

Lie down in safety under the moon and tell me your self deprecated woes.

Then, the stars and I will conspire to unveil your magnificence from tip to toes.

The umbilical cord is severed 3 times.

Once with the rebellious scalpel from dictatorship. Then, disassociated parental persecution. And finally, inevitable cremation of the root.

Freedom from the instruction of criteria you must meet.  Unraveling indoctrination, an inauguration of you. Ultimately, the amputation of any other existence other than your forever evolving, beautifully patented self.

You burned her feathers and watched her innocence fall. Turned on your heel smug in assumed victory .

But out of these ashes,your back did not see her crawl. All conquests left in her wake will prove the contradictory.

We guzzled fairytales as children, which filled us with excited expectancy of a magical wonderland.

You will never be able to pour your beautiful, fervently fermented grapes into a goblet, which is already full. Nor one which prohibits your contents.

The muted mouth of truth

Remains a docile hostage

By an avatar with no soul.

I am a seeker of what is beautiful.

Tongues do not fit the bill.

For it can formulate with eloquence.

But this muscle does not action deeds.

It only powers deceit and destruction.

Talk to me about heart.

A drum beat muscle that lulls arms and

Legs to a symphony of gifts.

The instrument of truth that tongue will always fail to orchestrate.

I waltz with the ghosts of my past,

To melodies of days long lost.

Symphonies of memories to last,

Eternally crystallized in traumas frost.

I slip down this hole to have a cup of tea with Alice. But I am only met by a troll with blackened heart of malice.

It's been many a day and many a night.

Tumultuous torn and blissfully worn.

By this thing I both mourn and delight.

Life you beauty, I continue to fight.

Entangled in thorns, but buds are born

Beauty and horror of the covenant dawn.

Breathe another breath, they encourage each day. But their tongues do not perceive as mine. If I was as courageous as they thought, I would dismember my tongue.

Open your eyes, they whispered in a luring way. But their sight is blissfully blind to the dining swine. If I was as brave as they sought, I would have gouged my eyes from young.

Just listen they provocatively, with hushed volume say. But their ears do not hear the echo of each whine. If I was as valiant as I ought, I would van Gough every ludicrous lyric sung.

It's been a while,

Since I felt the creases

Of my soul smile.

It's been a bit

Buried down dark deep

In a bottomless pit

Maybe just now, now.

My spirit will no longer

have to begrudgingly bow.

My being burns,

To feel the mountains above creak,

and autum shed tears of the

forest crackle beneath my feet.

Siphoning nature's sweet subtle scent,

a queen's buffet for greedy lungs.

Submerg in the melodic orchestra,

Of birds in unison, my lullaby song.

Blades of grass beckon weary feet,

offering comfort to sole and soul.

The abduction of all anxieties,

in this sacred sanctuary retreat.

I sit down to give depression a think.

They all chorus, you have to see a shrink

Mercy me some meds to help me sleep.

Give me a pill to cure unjust evil deeds. Convince me as I swallow that girls won't be molested raped or sodomised by seeds.

Promise when your chemicals hit my bloodstream that bodies no longer cheat and are never bully brutalized beat.

Cure me of a world that only serves selfish selves. Ruthless thieves of joy and laughter, never considering your loss after.

Brand me remedied when you assure me, it's no big deal. To survive this savagery we are medicated to just not feel.

How savouring delicious it is

To have a cloud over my head

A delicate storm of my very own

Showering over my battered being

All the love that my skin can absorb

Droplets not once harming tender flesh

A cumulus full of focused adoration

That only pours when I am beneath it.

Washing all the grime off my soul

Restoring my cracked existence

United in weathering storms, but then,

Saturated in the light of aftermath rainbows

So many clouds in the sky

But you, you are mine.