psyche & psalm

i’ve scattered your name
across minds
interwoven
with sorrow’s song
a universal weeping

sprinkled
a bit of blood
along the words
as concrete proof
that your hands are dripping
with in it

it seems
it was not hard
to pick up the trail
threaded my own injuries
to what seems a long list
of the wounded

the chorus of those
who would elevate you
are a mass of blind
dollars and non-cents
who will only see you as commodity

and the most coveted of allies
remember all too well
the beauty of my strength

the syllable and sound
goes round and round
laced in condemnation

not for what was done
but what you failed to do

allow me now the first true
introduction
i am the aequitas
an empress the comes with sword
and scales

and i scatter you
in ash and death
the weights are unbalanced
with what tisiphone owns

i dissolve
with no absolution
cast with no judgment
time will do that all on its own

but your name will be known
tied to deed and thought
the crossroads watches
and even if you come penitent
absolution is denied

instead
my gift to you
simpleton
is the chaos of my mind
it doesn’t belong to me
and seems suitable
to the suitor
who walks as false prophet

all because now your name is known

dream lightly.

there are some things
that will never change

how the sound of your voice
pierces my heart
still
long after we have
signed decrees of peace
and tested the delicate
resolve of this life

tugging at each of our
sovereign grounds
with blame on our fingers
and sadness within our eyes

how i wish
you had the patience
to hear me
over the sharpness
of my words
and see how terrified i am
of each second
i fail

princeling
i do not need your reminder
of how hard and far
i’ve fallen
prisoner of my own mind

how harshly
still is the heat
the sears my need
for your love

to hold scar to scar
and say to one another
remember that there
is always a new day
a new way
there are those that know better than us
our own triumphs
and can barely recall
the wounds we suffered
even the ones we gave to each other

i do not have the time
for enemies
they will self-destruct
all on their own
so do not count me
among your own dead

there are some things that can not be changed

so forgive me
for each flaw
i leave you to
patch up
in my absence
for the love i bear you
is one of the things
that tethers me to this ground
in all of its incarnations

i carry death inside of me
and until i release it all
there are some things
that can not be changed

like my chains
that keep me from him
the inadequacies of my word
that make you silent
all of the loss
we both were forged in
and the shades of previous forms
we keep trying to hold one another to

i toss the sword away
offer open palms
and walk towards
what can never be changed

princeling.

ask me a question.

any question and i will answer like a woman whose tongue has never told a lie.

there will come a day
when their faces
will no longer
show me your name

when my lovers
won’t have to be sated
with the mimicry of desire

when actually
i will be done with lovers
and instead will wait patiently
for love in its entirety

when the hurt
that curdled into anger
will loosen
and become laughter
along my eyes again

when even my smile
will be genuine
once more

when my son’s arms
won’t make me feel
as if my skin is made of disappointment
and my praise will be loud
with how much his laugh defines my joy

the violin will find me
and play a redemption song
the archangels will envy
the sky will cry for me
and i will dance in the rain
as i have all the time in the world

my walk will be lighter
my tongue more forgiving
my mind in its rightful place
above my heart

yes there will be a day
that the gapping void
you left me with
will no longer be necessary
and you will recognize
how long my battle was
how my sword
left me almost defenseless
and i all could see
was your name
underneath my blindfold

i will erase
my crimes
from the walls
uncover the mirrors
pull back all of the shades

step back into life
as i never skipped a beat.