I
Like a palladin
Sword drawn
I’ve spent a lifetime
At war
As I meditated I wondered
About voices a battlescars
And the society
And it’s malevolence
A name rose
Like the sun at dawn
And spread repose,
Peace, in a devastated land
An island, a life
Inhumans and strife
A beacon,
Like a lightning flash: g
Me: an ocean green
Shifting blue, shifting
Matrix suddenly
Become a little girl in love
Stringing daisies
Poems
Artemis met Venus
And became undone
II
If they could they’d murder my heart, where the horde always rushes at, as I roam around the streets, passing knots, entanglements, armies and battalions
Of inhumans in shapes of envy, girl like a netball bully, foot stuck out in front of me, but I see, not a threat, a low functioning sociopath
Shapes of cruelty, laughter that sucks joy from the atmosphere, coming from the pit of a damned souls stomach, who will not be laughing at death
Workmen, throwing stones which crumble mid air: I’d be proud to be her bitch, you dolt!
And places I go to, women and men: men with their hungry eyes, staring, and their Sheila’s frothing fighting against the ghost of their imagination
And lezzos who hate competition play an uncharming ditty “she’s not even gay”
But I say proof is in the real thing, the real pudding, if such could see beyond a blindness to gossiping
And the men I glance at who act as if I’ve come on to them, you feel a bit sad for them, for something unattainable
So avoiding those, I choose a different path I hope to progress, but the barbs of pity wait there: me a flame who overcomes all adversity, yet, again I shapehift water meets water my current is stronger
Then my anxiety and me, yet we will take on the world together
III
Yet once deep
There was briefly this woman
Stronger than me
Like the matrix
My universe parted
Shifted reality
And from hell saw the horizon
And my life, thinking of then
Makes me stronger
Caught, I surrendered
That night, my heart
And as I hear
I’m schizophrenic
My heart braces
For a fresh assault
But knows
And protects my path
It shapeshifts
The matrix
To a rose
My heart her name
I walk thru these fresh rounds
My guide is g
Like Beatrice in the inferno
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