To Be Honest...

Once upon a time...

You used to be the Taurus to my vehicle to the stars.

My endless youth...encapsulated in those big dreamy beautiful pools of chocolate eyes, until...

Ah well, you inured that contract the moment you put me to the back of the bus.

You thought I became your second class citizen...

that's where you were mistaken, dear boy.

And then, a Ginger-beard man came one day and scooped me off my wobbling feet.

Sowed pieces of my broken heart back together with his broken guitar strings and at once became the stardust that makes up the orbs of stars that adorn the night sky. He became my Mars, and Jupiter, Saturn, Kepler, Venus...

All the planets in the sky, in orbit, around the jewels made by the Gods.

Even the sun itself.

He became Tiamat. The asteroid belt that remains after being struck by the planet X.

A Nibiru mystery of melodious magnitude, magical and perplex, strong and unforeseen by the greatest force.

He and I became cosmic alignment, kismet.

We became the Tao, the Yin and Yang.

Syrius, Scorpius, Orion, and the belt,

a beautiful humanoid of sorts.

He became the nebula to my eye,

the universe to my brain

the birth of a cell...

the death of a star.

The dark matter to my deep space.

A reality enfolded within itself

in Fibonacci sequence. A golden ratio of sorts...a solar eclipse, a lunar tick, that I am clinically obsessed with.

He became planetary events.

The big bang to my cosmic formation...

my eleventh dimension.

His adoration for me became my 11:11 balance in heaven...

elixir to my eternal youth.

The Pleiades to my lost home amongst the stars.

The Isis to my Osirus the very eye of Ra.

He became the Allegory of my Cave...

The Plato to my Socrates.

A Leo-like constellation, with an alien origin,

an extraterrestrial influence always on the defence...hence why he sometimes feels defeated by his own power, crippled by his own strength. An unfathomable gift.

He is a billion Neurons or more...

a synapse to my Axon.

The impulse to my neural transmitter

to the universe in my mind,

or the Milkyway. He became the blood in my veins...

the circulatory system of my existence. Ergo, my survival became contingent on the blood in our flow and the beating of our proverbial heart in unison.

So I exalt him, my love...the lost King and observe his clan as my own. I bow to no other but him...forever his Queen and serve only our throne.

Bag Pipes, bows, arrows, and swords on the battlefield to fight in his honour on any given day, should any enemy, friend, foe, or Loch Ness... test his might or mine or try to lead the heart of our cause astray.

And promise we will remove the heads of any serpent, slithering, slyness of any man who stands in our way.

Loyal only to our own. Forever.

We will for an eon and infinity reside in the kingdom of the Gods, endeavor and rule, with a quiet heart, or an iron fist to whoever should try to tear to us apart.

Long live my King.

By royal decree, says he...

I don't believe in the devil. I don't believe in myself. I don't believe in the world, that's why it sits on my shelf. I didn't come here for learning. I didn't come here for wealth...and the more I stay out of my own head, the better for my health.

Said the Queen...

I believe in God...I see him in you. I feel the spirit of Osiris in every word you sing...

in every guitar string, played in your heavenly song.

I know I'm not wrong. I remember you from my past life. I still have the throne on my crown, and carry the ring from the Ankh to remind me that I, O' lord...was your first wife... and no matter what you believe whether opinion or fact nor the menacing, mentalities that plague your thoughts...

understand that you were destined to be my king, and lead these people back to Ra with a song and hold the world, and my heart, intact...

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