A Cleansing
A Cleansing …
Atonement for my sins, my behaviors, my deeds,
An enrollment from within to savor each bead,
Emotions conceived wherein my wagers concede
To motion as to be free in a vapor I secede
As mental aggravation sprouts of late
I pencil inspirations out of hate
This central infestation clouds my fate
So I stencil information routes to sate
With sticks in the mail, no time for beating drums
And quick in travails, I find I’m bleeding, numb,
Sick yet prevailed; I find that I’ve succumbed,
Like wicks in pails, with enzymes heating I become.
As fires baptize me, from inside and out
I tire of being chastised and implied about,
For hire, this new guy, denied the voice to shout,
inspired by the sunrise joyriding on its route.
A beacon no doubt, with suppression implored
But with demons throughout, my transgressions ignored
It weakens my clout, my lessened rapport
Yet it all evens out with affections galore
To live evil is a sad, wretched reflection
Forgive me my people for mad, rapid convection
I ad-lib lethal in my sketchpad obsessions
Combative jesus, clad with perspective aggression
To temper incarnates of evil I will face,
in the embers I stimulate through miles of open space
A mentor who educates with no reviled waste
Enter the renegade, straight from exiled disgrace
Upon the altar I leave you a death note,
Gone is the former, no more naive to anecdotes.
A pawn am I no longer, relieved of my coat,
The dawn of a stronger belief, is what I will quote.
Compositions scripted as clarity embarks
Ammunition fitted for verity’s ark
Tomes quickened and gifted as parity’s lark
Flying from hate, from this prison so cryptic and dark—
And towards the sunset, unfettered and determined
To break the cord of regret, become a better person,
And lord over the reset of my terrors and my serpents,
parting the scores, of those who forget, from those who are worth it.
My entrails like a ghost, one who is anemic
With pencils I toast, with scholars and behemoths
My credentials enclosed in my angels and my demons
Their fighting is essential, almost like it’s cohesive.
For every light there is a dark tunnel before it
And every fight there is a heart that will abhor it
And every night there is a part that will ignore it
And for every plight there is a start that will endure it….
and mine starts now.
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We as human can should all learn the path to self-healing by relinquishing hate. Most do not for the hate feeds them like wood to a burning fire. There is a important lesson in what you wrote Paul and I thank you for bringing it forward.
Thank you so much Kurt for your kind words. Exorcising that hatred is sometimes an impossible feat. But when you do the path do clarity is like a summer wind.
A great and poignant work Paul, for we are all a spectrum of possibility, both sinful, and righteous acts upon the world and ourselves. At some point, we must accept and decide to progress and let the demons lie. This is so well worded with clever wordplay and phrasing that denotes your fine work, my friend. Kudos.
Thank you so much my friend. I am glad you enjoyed this. Hard to do, but when you are able to defeat those demons, it almost seems like clear skies are even more treasured.
Very well-written with skillful phrasing and easy flow. Great work, Paul.
Thank you so much Phyllis. I’m glad you enjoyed this.
Spectacularly penned and riveting. We all have our demons and crosses to bare, it’s overcoming them, that can be the difficult part. However when we get that cleansing inside and out we become a new person. I had such an occurrence back in 81 and it hit me like a thunderstorm crashing and booming into my heart and soul. I struggled with the new ME but found for once in my life that there was a God. For all the trials and tribulations we go through in this life, it’s all a test for what lays behind the golden curtain. I’m happy that you feel totally redeemed my friend, keep moving forward towards the mark, keep reaching out for the golden key, for when we breathe our last breath, the door will open and all will be revealed. Peace and blessings I send to you this day Paul. Wonderful work, Bravo.
How true my friend. I tell you the clarity felt becomes the epitome of elation. The path there is a rough and tumble road. I feel better writing about dark and dreary things knowing I’m not stuck in the rut. Much appreciation for your kind words my friend.