By Rebel Jones
Adore me now, In my darkest hour, Come help connect me to myself, I seem to be incomplete in so many places. A stitched-up mess, A bundle of chaos, Manifested from the mad mind imaginarium Of a MADMAN, This crazed creator, Creating his creations all different yet alike, One part of me says don’t bother me , You’ll only break my glass of unending space, I’m forgetting everything I’ve ever been, All the past decisions and choices I’ve ever made. I am like the wind if I could fly, I have felt the brush of the wings of the haunting shadows that pass as silhouettes across the moonlight. The stars are brightest in the darkest of nights, The breeze is free from all the trees and “I the voice of that which you talk in prayer commands the holy winds where the sky is pure” “Of the night sky, all the worlds of light and dark exists within me as does it you who believe. I the mighty one whom watches from amongst the stars and planets and all their moons through a tear in the atmosphere as the Heavens seep a peek inside…” Oh, as the deserts become enflamed with fire And the blackest moon Shall be it’s darkest sharpest shade that envelopes the world. The stars shine ever so bright but never bright enough to drive away the inevitable dark or the screech owls of night that take womanly forms to seduce men in dreams to leave them in puddles of unborn children never ever to be seen. Perhaps a day shall come where I shall reach a point where I am no longer anything, so that I am the nothing that I am, A never-ending dream, an energy, a soul… A wisp of my dream, As my creator speaks to me "I’ll show you how it feels to be back amongst the ethereals where someday we shall all return fore amongst the stars are where we belong." "Let me remind you of the dead of the dead That walk in the night, amongst the smell of rot And sorrow below cold grey clouds." It seems like I had lived it all before, Yet still with every breath I am afraid, But with you my creator, my original father, My morning sun that shines away the illusion that the past still exists. The deepest colors of every sunrise and sunset Shows me promise that I will thrive and overcome. My creator whom held me with your loving embrace ever so tight Your power is my strength and this is what you show me when I take the time to know myself and read my spirits pages of a story still being wrote. My creator, Oh my father unseen yet seen everywhere let us soar as greatness beneath your wings of divinity as they spread far and wide touching those whom passed, returned, and passed again. My thoughts are like the stars falling through the sky, and embracing whom and what exactly that I am bringing me to a place of everlasting light and never-ending life, For I am I as are each and every one of us.
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