Bed of Thorns

The clichés drum upon my skull Pounding pulse Of rapid heart beat. “Choices of today Limit Opportunities of Tomorrow” As once again I fall to defeat. Though another directs the puppet strings, ‘‘Twas I who decided to wear the rings.” “Thy bed Thee have made, Now ye lie upon It And of thorns it be"... Ripping to shreds thy spirit As cold tear drops fall free. 'Tis the price ye pay for thy needs The walls close in upon thy seeds, Attempting to strangle all new growth Blocking the green of leaf From light and dark, Both. Stretch as far as ye can reach And when ye feel ye can NO more, Bend a little then go for breach To take that last inch for thy door. Once ye have grasped thy portal At its very edge, Forget that thou art mortal. Pull with empathic Humane strength From deep within Thine own entire length. Ignore thy bruises, Wounds and searing pain, They will only keep thee to remain Prisoner to their ruthless hold. Physical needs will grow thee old. Ye know that thy spirit Is of light and energy Capable of the shift, The change, To this Blight, This Lethargy. Into thy ally or weapon of deceit To conquer thy next foe of conceit. Choose as thee know of And for thine own right, Chanting high thy Wyrd Deep into the night. Upon this path ye must Follow As ye sense & seek, Yet appears to be hollow And cannot be seen. As the power of blue Will reveal unto you, This dimension of thy Maiden of Nine A glimpse of Her Laws--fragile fine. With what ye know to define Clearly drawn the narrow line. Cross it, Leave behind what ye think ye need, For earthbound Choke ye will On the weed. As it devours and consumes thy soul That which ye have done, begun to sew For ye do and always will come to reap Thy earned rewards ‘tis what ye keep. Upon this path of freedom and integrity Dues to pay for a life of liberty. All life forces Large and small, From astronomical to microscopic In the three of nine; one and all ... Survive by instinct, Innate logic. Ye See, Ye Do, Ye Receive. All ye do in folds of three. As Ye Have, As Ye Shall, As Ye Do. Bring harm to none Would it be unto you. Then Ye Shall, Walk the Walk, Talk the Talk, And Live, To Give ... Unconditional love as only ‘tis it true For the warmth that dwells Within the Light of Blue...