I have somehow drunk
of that heady drink of modern consumption
viscous with fear
and am now tipsy with anxiety ridden platitudes
directed at a dusty mirror
?
Did the pathetic and cowardly nibble upon
my knuckle whilst I slept
siphoning from me in Zombified fashion
my passion - my ability to charge
headlong with abandon
into realms of beauty
where epiphanies shimmer on
crystalline waters undulating
through my cerebral labyrinth
firing synapses and blueprints for revolutions of evolutions
?
Am I mired in the mundane sludge of twisted moralities
impaled upon the sharp rocks of dirty laundry
shamed by the father of patriarchy
fucked by my own self-doubt
kneeling before a plastic Barbie doll effigy of womanhood
Perhaps. But no more.
My tainted goblet is hurled yet full
into the fiery fury made of petrified souls
burning in a hell of their own making
I choose to soar
with eagles and angels
I choose to dream
with Comets and Kali
I choose to dine
with lion philosophers and mystical musicians
I choose to belly laugh
with pirates and Buddhas
I choose to dance
with ravens and raving beauties
I choose to sing
"Rasputin" with bare-chested physicists
semi clad in fine furs
I choose to run
with tame wolves and wild children
I choose to ride
fearlessly upon Bucephalus and my consort
galloping forth
into the fractally ripening cosmos
within me
I choose to make love to Apollo
to be ravished - taken
in sun showered bliss
and cosmic cummings
I have somehow drunk
of my own divinity
set down your plate
of braised ego
and taste me
Generously pour
from your brimming vessel
I long to savor
your elixir upon my lips
To us!
About the Creator
Mardi Coeur de Lion
I am a Poet, Artist and Force of Nature
www.Mardi.ca
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