Tendrils twist and dance, guiltless, unblamed,
getaway vehicle, of the flame-
uncharged of previous transpyre, that's your game.
Like a serpent you shed your skin of the shame
of the red-handed fire.
You greasy sleaze, you leave yourself lingering,
advertising yourself on the byways,
but coy- like a transmitted disease.
Perhaps Prometheus will give you a place to lay low
till things cool down.
Maybe Haefestus knows what to do with your sort.
I think you should go to Hades,
for swaying every which way the wind blows,
you two faced liar.
But wouldn't it also be fitting if you went back to Aphrodite's Temple and returned to those
choking on the burnt offerings-
of their lust-
choking out true desire.
Categories:
unblamed, age,
Form: Rhyme
Let me take you on a journey,
to a place inside yourself
Not the body mind connection,
but true consciousness itself
Before you walk a darkened space,
a light must first go on
Not tasked with anything other than,
an awareness set upon
Your eyes look out, true vision in,
the stuff of what you’re made
Before the questions were unleashed,
one answer left unblamed
So close your eyes and close your mind,
and set your spirit free
The path aglow from whence you came
—that leads you back to thee
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Categories:
unblamed, self,
Form: Rhyme