Which Vic are you, in your estimation?
Are you Victor or Victim in your meditations?
Are you Victim because of your circumstances
Or Victor who lives to exploit second chances?
Are you Victim because your health is failing
Or Victor to fight with faith prevailing?
Are you Victim when wealth has made itself wings
Or Victor in hard work, building new things?
Are you Victim in love, afraid and alone
Or Victor to go and give out your own (love)?
Are you Victim in mental distress or depression
Or Victor in prayer and intersession?
The two words begin with the same three letters
One leads to freedom, the other to fetters.
bow to one knee
cut my throat
ear
to
ear,
bend my head toward my chest,
does this blood mirror revelation?
rent your self a Christ and extend
the olive branch.
there all compliments
of the house of the funny.
honey castles
hostile reverence
every action paid in full.
legions cry for intersession
sizzled in gargoyle blood.
welcome to the feast of the
laughing virgins lost in prize.
the line is long so prepare
to win nothing!
Listlessly ever fixing form
to the macabre,
a mosaic of shadows
laid turquoise wings
into supreme blackness
as a charm,
from the intersession of light
I bore misery as my shield
I was silhouettes
in masquerade,
a mannequin of ash
ever shifted to wake
between one
trans-morphing
entranced in movement
my disguise failed
a Mueddin beckoning
from the minaret
you,
called me to prayer
without doubt
the weight
of a darken hand
lifts,
I chant
in endless mercy
my grainy
empire crumbles
as misery’s shield
dismantles
to dust
I stepped free
as darkened
fingers of night
still,
ever plucked
at dark fibers in spirit
smoothing your finger
around the rim,
erased all shade
in its retreat
I am now,
the chalice
forged with hands
that filigreed with faith
alas now,
Avalon calls me home
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