Mercy's Calamities

THE VOLUMES OF PAGES YOU RIPPED AND DESTROYED. THE SHREDDED, BLOODIED, TEAR SMUDGED DESPERATE, PLEADING, CONFOUNDED, DEFEATED, ANGRY, QUIET, INDIFFERENT, LUCID, RELENTLESS CONSUMING ,INSANE MOMENTS.... ALL THOSE PLACES OF TRUEST VULNERABLE EMOTION AND OF SEARING, TERRIFYING,VICIOUS PLACES OF TRUTH MY LOVE FOR YOU TOOK ME... TOOK ME ,BROKE ME, BLESSED ME and BEAT ME IN DIZZYING SYNCHRONICITY... BIRTHING UNFATHOMABLE  PASSION BOUND ME WITHOUT MERCY , RELENTLESSLY  I OFFERED EVERY SCINTILLA OF MY SOULS  TRUTHS, UNAWARE THE EMPTY VESSEL I'D BECOME  GRIEF  CONSUMING ME IN MADNESS GRIEF  IN WAVES I COULD NOT SEPARATE.. TILL THERE WAS NO SOUL LEFT IN MY OWN EYES. A  MORBID EROTICA WHERE THE DARKEST  OF MY SELF-LOATHING INTERTWINED BECOMING ONE TO YOUR MASOCHISTIC FANTASIES..   MY EYES BECAME A VACANCY. MY SOUL SCREAMED SILENTLY.. WHEN A BEAUTIFUL, ACHING, TRUTH, SWALLOWED ME WHOLE, THEN  SPIT ME OUT -  BROKE ME ENTIRELY. BROKE ME COMP...

In  the womb of grief, pain and poverty grow the seeds of shame and hypocrisy The soil of neglect and need… A warrior is birthed, a calling from Destiny. I've  felt the separation and darkness, suffocate my innocence, I've been fed by the demons of every abhorrence. My eyes still scream for blindness, my heart dies in both terror and numbness.… Till only surrender or insanity can bring me refuge or fortress. Until you my Love, my heart,  my breath- My muse and madness… I've found meaning, faith, hope and purpose. The battles I've lost, and the hearts I've bled.… the unpardonable whispers I set free to the wind…. I lost my life but still been breathing, I'm being robbed as I write of my own hearts beatings.…  body entangled and raped by the queen of damnations, Indifference begs me to surrender, give in A warriors  mercy though isnt always peace, or victory…. It is often found in the bitter last breaths of a hearts sacrifice, or in the clutching for bre...

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone,...

Ethereal sanctity holds the space in time, your arms protect with hallowed reverence, a soul frozen in fearful arrest of breath.. dark soul...sad soul...your soul...my soul... our eternal conception….two hearts...two souls...immortal love, in unspoken divine collision fuse to just one … Before the demons within us hiding... unholy, bloodthirsty, reapers of the underworld born from fear, relentless unworthy thieves … Mortal time rings the bells, concrete angels, separate across silent oceans of pain, tell the tale of torn exsistence- once sacred,one exsistence...ashes scattered into the pages of cold damnations, indifference… hells bitter aftertaste...fill the lines.. In that holy,sacred space...fractals of broken humanity joined and forever altered reality. What cannot be fathomed in this space of time we call life… in what other souls cannot concieve… The event of us cannot be undone… One cannot forget its exsistence...it is an eternal state of being….not a memory… For me....