I bore mySelf into this World Knowing the task at hand I wore the mask of childhood And played the Game again I nightly left this physical realm To reMember how to Fly I suffered through hardship and pain To Strengthen my heart and Mind I made the game into a Play And challenged my gifts and guides I wandered thru mazes dark and grey And found the treasures Inside I lost mySelf in forays of fear When I tried to run from my power I struggled thru paths strange and unclear While constructing an ivory tower I let mySelf die on an alter of Fire And tore illusions from my Skin I fell into Death while struggling for breath As I battled my demons within I laughed with freedom as I awoke From Aeons of blame and Shame That tangled itself around my shell And strangled the magic of my Name I wept for my friend who could not stay Whose bones I wear with honor I held his face in Dimensions of Space And promised I would Die Honest I screamed aloud into the clouds Every night by Forest and river I spoke the words from my mouth In streams of gold and silver I made my oath and signed in blood And faced the mirror of the Dream 'I Vow To Die In Battle' , I cried And fell to the Ground on my knees I Let my tears seep into the Dirt And Dug thru the deep with my hands I crawled thru the humus of this Earth And was healed by the Spirit of Land I rose with the Seed nurtured by Awe At the glory of my own Deep power I cradled the embryo deep in my soul Knowing in Time it would Flower I pledged my Life to the edge of the knife Never to fear the dark abyss I promised to unFold the Seed of my soul Adorned in the fabric of beauty and bliss I watch as the tide now starts to rise And reMember how the script unravels I shout out loud to shock the crowds Who cannot see the road they travel I speak in Tongues but not to ears And twist mySelf into Stories and rhyme I wear the neurolinguistic Nails In wrists and feet impaled with Time I vow to Die in Battle I vow to die Free The chessboard is the Master Test Of the Blessed Will to Be
I am.....a Jester playing on the chessboard of Space-Time...
a seamstress of dreams and a weaver of of seams
clothing the soul in rhythm and rhyme
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Charleen,Matthew here. Long time reader, first time callerâ¦heeheeI have enjoyed mentally translating your poems. Some I have to read several times and visualize before getting the depth of wh
Hi Matthew, thank you so much for taking the time to read my writings! It means a lot! May the Trickster continue to travel the Callosum freely and fantastically!!!⭐️🃏⭐️
Charleen,Matthew here. Long time reader, first time callerâ¦heeheeI have enjoyed mentally translating your poems. Some I have to read several times and visualize before getting the depth of wh
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Hi Matthew, thank you so much for taking the time to read my writings! It means a lot! May the Trickster continue to travel the Callosum freely and fantastically!!!⭐️🃏⭐️
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