The Prodigal Son!?
And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness
Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself....
A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of my heart
To oppress and repress, within these guises of its warmth and love!?
For a few years now I have faced this siege it seems
Relentless within its assault; as it entrapped me within its enthralling snares
Amid, these cyber space affairs....
Carnals descentuous desires, coursing through the chambers of ones mind
To encumber the moments of it all; this winding maze of megrims melange
The reasons why I came!? And the reasons why I am here?!
Burning edges of this portrait; solstice melting amongst the fire
This refining within the furnace, of a copper coloured gold
Liquidized, and now pouring from my sediment covered lashes....
For here I have arrived beyond the gates, at sapients spired Cathedral
To wash them from the purified vascular vases; cleansings at Saint Valentines!
Standing before "The Father," within these absolute professions of truth ~
A spirit beseeched between, the seculars realms of want and need
In through the slanted door, wherein my steps once more, took, the twisted turn....
When shall I know? And when shall they learn?
Onshore land mines, which must forever be navigated throughout this life
Blind to their presence; these bemusing crossbows of befuddled night?!
Recipience, how you betray me; like an enemies sword thrust into my side
Gushing these endless rivers of lapillus' lavender....
Mingled within my very own bereaving blood
Seeping, from the virtuous veins of this unseen soul!?
Placing it all upon the ground again, as I must turn to walk away
Unto the vestige of understanding; drawing these "Holy Vesting Waters" ~
Into the sapphirine chalice, once bearing its wine....
To splash into this befoged visions, obscurities plastered shut
That they may crumble into pieces like frozen epizoons of dust, as, I fall upon my knees
"What is it that you desire that I should do for you?," He asked
Before spitting into my eyes, "This Breath, of 'Light!'" ~
Placing His hand tenderly within my own, and leading me quietly unto the side
"Welcome home," He smiled, "but I have been with you all of the time"
While as He gently and lovingly wiped, the mud, from my blurried sight....
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The Prodigal Son!?
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