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I am afraid
to read my runes of old
thoughts in another language
another lifetime’s truths told
I am afraid
to read the words of others
my world no longer pure; poisoned
to become a copycat; faking
I am afraid
I am
of that
I am afraid
to read my runes of old
thoughts in another language
another lifetime’s truths told
I am afraid
to read the words of others
my world no longer pure; poisoned
to become a copycat; faking
I am afraid
I am
of that
I sharpened the knives
You said blunt ones; are a disgrace
I sharpened the knives
You smiled and cut
my heart
into pieces
There’s no limo out front / no bling around my neck / I can’t make you come / a dozen times each night / There’s no history lesson here / just some friendly advice / I’m quirky as hell / be prepared or get lost
Browsing through a poetry book written in another language, the poet is female and long since gone. She left prematurely, her path was dark yet never forgotten. I find a note inside the book, it is dated 27 Oct 2002 and talks about my spirit guides and crystals, and how I can use them to find my way. I can vaguely recall the session on that day. I wonder if Zadkiel, Rafael, Tabris and Melchisadec are still around, if can I ask them to guide me now, to help me find my way home at last.
Once, a long time ago
I opened up; my consciousness
stretched to the ends of the universe
I was humbled and scared
simultaneously,
I have not attempted to reach
God since that time and I
probably never will