Her ears
She heard and listened and tried
Her eyes
She saw and reveled and comprehended
Her heart
She understood and forgave and accepted
…………..
The vision was cast and we, oblivious to the past
Detached from the Source & indeed history was masked
But a seed was cast and the oceans rolled over
Minds sober and luck ran out like legs on 4 leaf clovers
Its not over, hearts large and empty as plains in Dakota
I grabbed Life in Death’s grip but never controlled Her
A soldier of misfortune, missed fortunes bad decisions
It was written, not Nas, but before my soul existed
I’d sown seeds of discontent, bent on pure evil intent
The extent of my destruction left certain souls bent
Time’s spent, days shorten and shortages of breath exist
My wrists are draggin a Dragon through mist to the Pit
Fire spits, my life singed, a lost one who murders champions
I looked into those eyes, no lies, and felt it can’t be done.
…and the floodgates were left mangled and tattered as the surge of truth and emotions rushed forth to form violent pools of mist around our small existence. In this corner of time, not a tree or animals stirred, save for the two huddling shadows in the four-cornered room. It seems as though ages of disappointment and despair were ripped from my flesh as the stories unfolded, first in gentle waves that caressed the shoreline of the bluest lake and then crashing with the deadly precision of tidal waves, forever changing the face of all it dared to touch. During my monologue her eyes remained the most brilliant pecan and the understanding they mirrored energized the words from my lips and gave them clarity and meaning. She never spoke. She never interrupted. She only paused momentarily to whisk a few stubborn strands of hair that tried to mask the tenacious beauty from my eyes by hiding her face. I do not know how the steady flow of revelations came to pass, but in that space of minute-less hours I came to reach for this spirit hanging so near to my grasp. Her spirit became intertwined with mine as the shadows lengthened from the moonlight in that starless sky and she allowed me freedom. In those moments she allowed me to open my heart and to grant her spirit a glimpse of what I was and what I might become. Mirages and smokescreens of myself, mastered through years of fakeness and the inability to truly accept myself, were burned away as she gazed intently at me. Her eyes carried the gauze and special elixirs to ease the pain of wounds festered raw with time. She never judged the man that she was being shown, but simply embraced my past, present, and future manhood. I cannot fathom why, as the ghosts of my existence were freed upon her pretty eyes, she did not shrink back in fear and revulsion from these visions. Her gaze never wavered and the light in her heart shining through a door of acceptance never slammed shut but opened wider as the sand of time fell soundlessly in the hourglass. I felt such a peace within her presence and the comfort of a thousand fires crackling happily in a thousand homes the night before Santa cast the shadow of his sleigh across the world. In this space as no other, we became One.
She heard and listened and tried
Her eyes
She saw and reveled and comprehended
Her heart
She understood and forgave and accepted
…………..
The vision was cast and we, oblivious to the past
Detached from the Source & indeed history was masked
But a seed was cast and the oceans rolled over
Minds sober and luck ran out like legs on 4 leaf clovers
Its not over, hearts large and empty as plains in Dakota
I grabbed Life in Death’s grip but never controlled Her
A soldier of misfortune, missed fortunes bad decisions
It was written, not Nas, but before my soul existed
I’d sown seeds of discontent, bent on pure evil intent
The extent of my destruction left certain souls bent
Time’s spent, days shorten and shortages of breath exist
My wrists are draggin a Dragon through mist to the Pit
Fire spits, my life singed, a lost one who murders champions
I looked into those eyes, no lies, and felt it can’t be done.
…and the floodgates were left mangled and tattered as the surge of truth and emotions rushed forth to form violent pools of mist around our small existence. In this corner of time, not a tree or animals stirred, save for the two huddling shadows in the four-cornered room. It seems as though ages of disappointment and despair were ripped from my flesh as the stories unfolded, first in gentle waves that caressed the shoreline of the bluest lake and then crashing with the deadly precision of tidal waves, forever changing the face of all it dared to touch. During my monologue her eyes remained the most brilliant pecan and the understanding they mirrored energized the words from my lips and gave them clarity and meaning. She never spoke. She never interrupted. She only paused momentarily to whisk a few stubborn strands of hair that tried to mask the tenacious beauty from my eyes by hiding her face. I do not know how the steady flow of revelations came to pass, but in that space of minute-less hours I came to reach for this spirit hanging so near to my grasp. Her spirit became intertwined with mine as the shadows lengthened from the moonlight in that starless sky and she allowed me freedom. In those moments she allowed me to open my heart and to grant her spirit a glimpse of what I was and what I might become. Mirages and smokescreens of myself, mastered through years of fakeness and the inability to truly accept myself, were burned away as she gazed intently at me. Her eyes carried the gauze and special elixirs to ease the pain of wounds festered raw with time. She never judged the man that she was being shown, but simply embraced my past, present, and future manhood. I cannot fathom why, as the ghosts of my existence were freed upon her pretty eyes, she did not shrink back in fear and revulsion from these visions. Her gaze never wavered and the light in her heart shining through a door of acceptance never slammed shut but opened wider as the sand of time fell soundlessly in the hourglass. I felt such a peace within her presence and the comfort of a thousand fires crackling happily in a thousand homes the night before Santa cast the shadow of his sleigh across the world. In this space as no other, we became One.
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