You have had your instincts torn from flesh.

You have had your insight shaded from truth.

You have had your trust tied in chains.

You have had your faith hung up to die.

It hurts.

It bleeds from the contaminated cells of your gut.

It multiplies, germ by germ, until the disease is rotting

Layers beneath the organ of anxiety,

Trapping the sensation of suffocation within the cavity of pain.

You feel loss.

You feel absence.

You feel a void.

You feel alone.

Exhaustion breeds upon itself, within itself,

Raping each and every inhalation of life you struggle to capture.

Sadness cradles the victim, wrapping your soul in darkness

To protect you from the symptoms of an enlightened emotion.

The violent attack on your integrity allows your pride

To growl and glare into the face of intellect

And devour the very words that are intended to heal.

You seek a cure in the muddled medicine of thought,

Yet the disease has set deep, allowing only for a deprived state

Of recuperation to be your comfort.

You cleanse.

You disinfect,

With tears of defence,

Released from the cancerous growth imbedded in your memory.

Your tears flow with nuclear power and your

Vulnerability is evaporated into a cloud of acid.

Molten asbestos runs like lava through your veins,

Threatening your fragile existence,

Drowning your hope in ash.

A single voice prevails, above the logic of reason,

Beyond the constraints of logic.

A pill of health,

A band-aid in the battlefields of hell.

A faint recording of it’s grinding texture

Rotates amidst your collective self punishment,

Resonates beyond the torture of guilt.

You listen.

You doubt.

You adore.

You succumb.

I am collecting my tools around me.

I am polishing my skills once generously betrothed to me

Long ago.

I am formulating a plan

To build a statue of expression.

Layers and layers of fertile soil to determine the life

And depth of this fragile terrain.

I am drilling beneath the unturned stone to

Bring oxygen to an untouched earth,

Where the presence of a dream has haunted my soul

Since my soul began to search for itself.

I am preparing my body to take on the burden of the

Inevitable weight of discovery.

I am training my lips to give form to the words.

I am loosening my fingers to bring rhythm to the song.

I am saluting my past to pass reason on my belief.

the fading light up yonder

beckons me to consider you,

even though my solitude reigns above

the desert winds as

they circle the crevices

and bow down to the canyon.

the first star of the night

begins to shimmer in view

of the arid horizon,

allowing others to join

by his side

in the vast suspended ocean.

the perfumes of the evening

plants, plant themselves

upon me,

flowering me with their beauty

and protecting me with their

essence. never alone

beneath the blue black sky

and millions of stars.

I fantasize phantoms from the

rocks, and befriend their

souls with my hypnotized vision.

the seven sisters tower over

me, shading me from myself.

and then,

she graces me with her presence.

her glow proceeds her with

temptation.

her body follows with fertile

form and translucent soul.

she governs.

she masters the motorways of wind.

she reigns her night kingdom

with power and glory,

inviting her subjects to fall silent

in her grace.

she is my queen

and always has been.

I may shine, as I rule my own sun,

but she marks my word

and enlightens my darkest hour.

I

There is no moment

As radiant as that which

Carries one beyond the light

Of consideration.

There can be no thought

Beyond that of wanting the present

To be real,

True

Reflective

And kind.

There is a glance,

A shimmer of gentle quiet

Which prevails

Which haunts

That which is held secret

Within the concentrated energy

Of spirit felt.

Through each effervescent breath

Expressed unwillingly

With the honour of truth,

One sees beyond the mist

And enters the field of fear

With confidence.

II

It could be that you feel as one

It could be that you dread the fear

Of pleasure sought within

Your soul.

It could be that one on one

As you seek beyond the glass

For salvation of the self

That the reflection of the mirror affront

Carries you into a world of your creation.

As you draw the curtains

Give courage to the rhythm of sound,

Allow light to enter your vision,

Open words to beautify your lips

And depart,

With head held high,

With eyes as clear as ice,

With love by your side.