Pale Words Riding the Revolution
“Pale Words Riding the Revolution”
it takes a woman
to bear the pain
of a world ripping
wide open, apart
a part,
the child
crowns crimson
marked forehead
cheeks and lips, bloodied
kissed awake
readied for the hunt
their tribal screams
heard sweetly,
a revelation
borne
shot like
an arrow
straight
from the heart
the revolution
takes hold
much later
when the horses
are all broken
in the garden
of dreams and
the gates opened
for the runnaways
in all of us
spur driven
holding the sides
of our pierced minds
and the meaning
of it all, like
underneath
the skin of it all,
corrals us
calls us in
magnetic
commands
somehow we know
we've been
through this
all before
the niggling voices
insistent inside,
psychotic, we think,
too much, so we erase
we try to ignore
the echoes
telling us
who we are
underneath
it all
speaking
and walking
ticking Trojans
late to the ball
like a new war
the Sophia
in all of us
carries the stigmata
to repeat it
all over again,
it's all over
again
some days
the bleeding
never stops
the crucifixion
pale words
are borne
we open gates
the new riders
riding through
the revelation
of the veiled brides
and their clear cut
revolutions
still standing firm
in the garden
under the trees
with the Unicorn
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“All the horrors that you faced just for nothing
All the horrors that you faced just for nothing
All the horrors that you faced just for nothing
All the horrors that you faced just for nothing
So what has been your dream in the midst of things?
I hold you in my loving arms as you sleep and scream
Try to reach your heart while you're judging me
Doesn't matter anymore like it did last week
Beneath the dancing tree there is a bird who sings
Waiting there, he has gone and told me everything
About the people who were starving for some lovin'
And all the horrors that they faced, just for nothing
All the people who were starving for some lovin'
And all the horrors that they faced just for nothing ..."
(Dhani Harrison, excerpt, “Underneath the Dancing Tree”)
“I saw heaven standing open
and there before me was a white horse,
whose rider is called Faithful and True.
With justice he judges and wages war.
His eyes are like blazing fire,
and on his head are many crowns.
He has a name written on him
that one knows but he himself.
He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood,
and his name is the Word of God.
The armies of heaven were following him,
riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen,
white and clean.”
(Rev 19:11)
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