Out of line flies eros rising winds
Whose touches cape the corners of her form Whose purpose loses place where she begins A status no more station than a storm For seven years I searched and turned for hearth The mission road was paved and straight aligned But winds on roads don’t make the same return And in the breeze I found where lovers hide From God to me the daughter queen assigned A navy band of princes crafted keen Those chosen into darkest wood reclined Tested by the martyr’s mescaline A power there constructed, shadow dressed Those hearts we fortressed from a tortured chest Glass outer walls to reflect and confess Our inner castle Jesus silhouette Since dead have more to give than living lets Seek teach’r shrouded under injured figure Baptizing necromancy by his death Enchanted children safely killed beget To qualify the art must not obsess Nor chisel lonely grottos in her mind Her galaxy shall never be possessed Her freedom is the magic and the mine Thought to word I learned by telling her All imagined in my boyish wonder She, God signaled down a crossroad further Moved by wisdom’s wand’ring papyrus thunder Suggestion seated as a tyrant force No weight or taste to justify its burden Fear of being holy mispresented Nuptiality in how its worded ‘Lectric rhythms searched the circuits timing One connection broken killed the power But trust conducted current even blindly Faithful pushed the planets and the hours When sin replaced my reason, justice creed With lashes reason could not comprehend For torture and for healing mutually Bled dry of every pretense and pretend Authority not owned told woman lies Porous walls and iron stones collide A single sign divided into knives Not knowing roles stole both our right and guide Bridge and road arose from builder’s wreckage Passover angel lynched my old intent Unfit for service there so followed message Ugly out of place so hastely jet And where I went my king and child soared A crown with cross had hailed the drawbridge down To rule with wisdom that would feed the poor Though in this sung reward our lungs would drown A chalice grows to hold the overflow Emotions more than one by nature bears Those memories that crucify my soul Forgotten in the promise He prepared If seen my beauty’s face, her eyes would stayed I rather ground her good in forest lake For I am one who loves though unrepaid My demon lays me in her garden gape Kissed by amber eyes, flamed truths delight Bloody groom my character consumed A lady laced in rainbow strings of light Drew heavy hues, my broken heart assumed Let strike these secrets illing ears will shield Not war but worship grows heroic gifts Compassion acts though hatred carnage yield A sinner for his family masters this Numinous strokes from priestly hands evoked No different than when Adam’s mind premised Evil to Eve her sacred nave disclosed Our future flesh in seventh year designed Your third door opens sage’s answer, kid The prophet, not our nakedness he hid The loneliness can thrown a wicked vice So bless your friend, suspend a judgment thrice So long and hard the journey into death Your fickleness might make you to forget We need each other's help to become whole Great suffering does not excuse the cruel So hurry when eros arises fierce As ready wings to catch the breath of God When from the skies you fall be not afraid The wind has gone to lift the leaves you loved
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