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Epistle Xviii - the Abandoned Son

I.
Father,
my knees
quiver and quake,
they bend
then break
like a reed
ensnared in
the tempest’s throes

II.
My sanguine palms,
stammering in fear of
Your reprisal,
whimper in their
muted state,
rendered silent by
their barbarity

III.
This timber crucifix,
once a cradle of joy,
is now the abandoned son,
that I cast into the
death’s churning maelstrom

IV.
Father,
do not grant me
the might
to bear this albatross
but subdue me
so I may find relief in
my tribulation,
as I stencil
the crooked contours of
who I used to be,
in thy celestial image

V.
Lo!
In scorn’s sepulchral chambers,
I feast upon derision,
quaffing the sting of suffering,
the choicest sustenance
for Christian discipleship

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My Tender Heart

Sin begins with the heart,
Where dark desires may start.

Sin takes root in the mind,
Where temptation begins to bind.

Sin fuels the imagination,
And fans the fire of deviation.

Through sin, decadence is what I find,
Through sin, my spirit unwinds.
Through sin, I am tossed off the throne,
As it turns my tender heart into stone.

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My Meek Maiden

Mischief shaped like a slender solitary mademoiselle

Tantalizing my carnal calibration towards indecency

Cloaked as the city of truth 
Anointing me to serve as her gatekeeper 

In her namesake, I devote every weary second of consciousness 

Entranced by this myopic hypnosis 

Although my outward gaze is sealed 
My inward facing eyelids creep apart 
After decades of dolorous dormancy 

The maiden of my musings 
A mirage hiding behind a mask of malice 
Mindfully manipulating me with Machiavellian mastery 

Mistakenly meeting my gaze 
My meek maiden of misery 
Now mercilessly mauled and marauded 

By this misty marine-hued miracle 
Known as my third eye

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Epistle Xxi - the Oil To Eden

(I)
I am the palatine oil
the astral gift
rumbling your
skeletal tree’s
truncated trunk,
each reverberation of
your sacral chakra
pleading you
to unfurl your
dormant wings
and soar above
animalism’s aridity

(II)
I am the
shamanistic secretion,
the nascent sprout that
blossoms into
a tsunami that
pounds rusted nails into
your bloodied flesh

(III)
I am your renunciation
the nourishing
fruit of bitterness
calling you
closer towards Eden,
each pulpy bite
mirroring the skunk’s
olfactory repellent,
a blistering musk
fortifying you against
Bubonic malaise

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Epistle Xvii - Lifeless Stone

Christ’s hands gripping me,
cleaving me from lifeless stone
into sapphire gleam

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Wounded Whisper

Let me stay 
Let me relive this ecstasy 
Keep me in this illusion 
Ensnare me in your fantasy 

I fall on my knees 
In your absolution 
Accept my feeble offering 
Before my preordained execution 

Crawling out of the shadows 
I see you adorned in the heartbreaker’s robes 
As your wounded whispers liberate me
From the prison of your tormented love

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Persian Scythe

Plucking my oud's sacral strings
her felt fingers glide across my neck
the goblet drums' frisky clicks
like an oasis nestled in the desert
Persia's striking sonority slices me like a scythe

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Sunset of Eternal Youth

So sublime 
These oceans come alive 
As the sun leaves its lips on me 
As the tides caress my feet 

Couldn't ask for anything better now 
Then to be here 
To breathe in 

This everlasting piece of paradise 
To feel peace 
And release this 

Imperfect confession 
That it's not the same   
Yet I still question 
Who's to blame, as we reframe 

Photo stills from a better day 
Simpler times, if only we run away 
And drive off into the sunset of eternal youth

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Escaping the Present

Push off and delay 
Can’t confront reality 
Procrastination

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The Best In Me

No matter where I am 
You are the air I breath 
No matter how far 
I still feel you near 

No matter what you do 
Somehow you 
Bring out the best in me