Mercy's Calamities

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,...

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....