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"Gospels"

 

Gospels are lost on a god
words are never hidden
under rocks 
unturned stones
for the hiding

Poets caress swords
a legend firm in their hearts
undrawn they hold it out
as victor for witness
and target, practice

to fall on love 
brutally genteel

Excalibur 
intentions 
the falling 
welcome
unwelcome

always hard
never soft,
covered in gun powder
talcum, soothing 
the unsoothed cowards

awake,
the mirrors reflect
small signs of life stirring
after a death, longing the lost stolen
eventually reclaimed, gently cradled

Gospels are lost on a god
those who read words
behind screens 
that are hidden 
follow the gates swinging

arrive 
at a god’s sword, 
it’s a kind of a heaven
a kind of a blessing
dark-nighted shading
the sun scorched by moon's relief

what’s taken -
the communion, 
a bonding 
between 
god and their child

delivering 
a body of words 
a kind of eucharist 
served best 
by voice, by tongue

consecrated by blood
never forgotten, forsaken

early is best
never late
in the mourning
the missing 
one word -

solid sworn,
promise, not a warning

Gospels 
are lost 
on a god 
warring
words as swords

words 
are never for hiding
swords are keys that fit
to Bedlam
and part-way back

A god whispers 
you the word,

“Home”?
"Love"?

you think
it’s like some 
foreign treasure,
like finding forgiveness,
a needle in a haystack

gospels 
are lost on a god
the key is unhidden 
always revealed
in the abstract

(LadyLabyrinth/2021)
gvlm




"I am not a Woman, I'm a God"/Halsey
https://youtu.be/0PZ9gJ_Vtdg





“She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself 
and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, 
step after step.
She is solid.”
Anne Sexton 



“And we are magic 
talking to itself,
noisy and alone. 
I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. 
Now I am myself”
Anne Sexton



“Every day I've got a smile 
where my frown goes
A couple bodies in the garden 
where the grass grows
I take 'em with me 
to the grave in a suitcase
Maybe I could be 
a different human 
in a new place”
Halsey



“My God is a poet
singing me home 
with their 
genderless pronouns,
sticky love like blood
tar the tears in my eyes 
the black heart is fixed on,
feeling the sum of the parts,
communion is served
best without -
heavy armour
worn gospels,
the insides torn,
turned out.” 
Anonymous (unhidden)



“I am not a woman, 
I'm a God
I am not a martyr, 
I'm a problem
I am not a legend, 
I'm a fraud
So keep your heart, 
‘cause I already got one”
Halsey








LYRICS/ “I am not a woman, I’m a god”, Halsey
https://lyricskpop.net/lyrics/i-am-not-a-woman-im-a-god-halsey-song-2021/









Women/Mothers/Children.
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/alienated-mother-amanda-sillars


https://www.researchgate.net/publication/262908697_The_experience_of_motherhood_for_alienated_mothers





Alienated. (Mother/Father)
https://outofthefog.website/top-100-trait-blog/2015/10/21/alienation


https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/parental-alienation-psychological-child-abuse-amanda-sillars


https://parentalalienation.org.au/
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