Inferno/Matrix

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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