11/17 Catharsis
You follow the rules I break and break the rules I follow
I may seem deep or mysterious, I may seem petty and shallow
Take a break from telling me how to enter the hallowed halls of fame and how I might be inducted
to explain through gritted teeth why you won't and oughtn't ever be instructed
I resisted turning my mind's eye within
to inspect my true Desires and intentions, Reading tea leaf dregs in the drained cup of my heart’s true function
In doing so I have on occasion disliked what I’ve seen
enough to deter me from further inspection, Muddying the lens of introspection
Until I become desperate to believe any outside sources
Honourably discharged for conscientious objection,
From these mythical peace keeping forces
Willing, fixed and paraded my supple thoughts
For marching and drilling or dying and killing
Let this be a confession to the sin of nail biting, of too loud cursing, of luscious lips pursing
Please don't be confused by this candour, the salts of love or the flavours blander
All are one and one can be nought
For even injuries can be learned and many memories are taught
I chased, I stalked, this elusive ideal
pounded by blacksmiths, becoming ever more real
Could this be Curse or blessing we Ponder
purposeful insult or the mind's natural wonder
brains wracked and nerves raw
only to reach the same conclusions as before
The tongue slips, the word trips Over the edges of bottomless cliffs
To jump, feet-first into a sea that may be cursed
Or to merely swing and wing idly over and lurch
Only to recoil and shy away from a fate that beckons
The booming voice of a deity that reckons
An animalistic fiction, an anthropomorphised beast A hybrid monster, or an unprepared feast
My passion hangs and weighs heavily in my gut
Driven deeply, barely containing the glut
When a man has tasted a sweetness like this He cannot help but steal a kiss, A lingering moment in impossible bliss
Tempting fate and the jailer's lash, For minds and hearts and the bodies' clash
I bear my soul's deepest scars for you
In hopes you'll soften, And allow my continued presence
in this magic loving coven
For every moment of heavenly embrace Is a thread back to your heart that I might trace











