"cor meum"
Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and
Love –
yet must never harm a child -
when that time comes,
water in the blood
blood in the water,
there will be great misspellings
of misread meanings
the talking in tongues
of minds in idle
treading water
with all
the lost and found
bemoaning
vaccuous ghostings
and small trolls time wasting
the Woolfish hours in small ponds
on great tidal waves of walls,
the message, poetically
is clearly spelt –
within the End
of IT all,
Love is Love is Love
perfectum imperfectum
immaculatum cor meum
in omnibus
arcanum penetrabile
gemma Christi
the decoded glistening read jewel
found in that dark place
embedded in every heart
Love is Love is Love
then, as One
cor meum
One has won
Candide Diderot. ‘25
The mist of the dew
smokes my vision
before the shadows
that penetrate my mind
because of your fallacies, felonies
and fallible conviction;
that with notable ghostings
they falsify your reason...
Well, I'm the phoenix
renascent before dark carburization
and cenesthetic ashes,
that has reached its zenith
ardently scintillant...
And, in front of your dew
and grim manipulator
I admonish and warn you
that firmly and solemnly
solidarily calcinated and burned
your counterfeit heart will remain...
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