Mercy's Calamities

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 Death is a lie... does that mean we are all still alive? So, this is the prize? It is a weary, dying world weighed down  with the darkness of all mankind... the culmination of over 6000 years of generation and bloodline curses and sins; and yet ironically- we are the chosen ones. Angels and Demons alike.... We have differences,  yet here I am, in this moment of my life, where I  must continually be in an active place of  reconciliation, submission, humbled accountability, so acutely aware of my incapable  unworthiness. BROKEN humanity and  soiled  divinity that is who I am, and I  wrestle again and again.  I have to go through this process in grievous loneliness,  yet I know that I am not alone.... my God, you have not forsaken me... My saviour, my friend...my all, you became mortal, just to be able to give me that divine empathy; a relationship with my failures, vulnerabilities, fears and shame...I am in need of mercy,  but I al...

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....