Of the Fallen one

-
Metamorphosis of the fallen one
He says there is an urge
A calling within him
To do better
To be a man

The fallen one has looked to the sky
He says there is a need
Inside him somewhere to change
A want he cannot resist
As he lays in the car seat next to me
His face screams with pain

This fallen one on his knees
He prays for the new day
An advent in Christ he wants to be
He has seen his ways
In the midst of his turmoil’s and ulcers
His brain boils
A hundred percent degrees above normal
His skin breaks off
He shapeshifts
With a halo

The fallen one I cannot see anymore
No longer in my car seat talking to me
No longer telling me to wait
For a love unfulfilled
Just his words
His guitar he strums
His tears burn my skin
No more shall he love
His eyes are not his

This alternation in person
He floats around undecided in his heart
His language modified, he has become “I”
Not us, not we, not anything
He is the one that is flying around

But oh how he falls
Swirling faster and faster to the ground, he falls
A drink in hand, a prostitute’s baby he nurses
He has fallen once more
I cannot save him
Now he rolls on the floor
Gnashing his teeth
Seeing hell’s door he smiles
He slams it
Gets up again, there is a change
A moment he has come to
Lucifer he has known well
Not today he says, not anymore
His eyes stark wide he keeps looking
Past and beyond me
Not here anymore

A change within him has come
He has to face it alone
My hand he lets go
The fallen one
He is gone
A change has taken over
What it means, what it meant?
I am not sure.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Reading Flyers

-
I demand, Not ask, I seek, Yet, denied all that I find. I am not small, Neither fragile nor coy, I am in the front line, Feral protecting mine, I demand, Not ask, Only because I am mistaken, For lack of a better term… Varied genes lost in translation? Is it nurture vs. nature? That I blame your mother, The villain you have become, The father of diverse seeds planted, Embedded with psychosocial issues, Only you could control, I demand, yet, for them, I have to ask; To make peace between us I demand you stay in my bed; Stop wandering aimlessly in others, In other people’s homes, You chase the thrill of getting caught, Or is it drinking from the fountain of youth you seek? A whisper said, ‘to rejuvenate your waning ‘love’     Your mind evokes pointed breasts, As mine wave at my oblong valley below, You stray, Looking, No, I demand and not ask, That you do by me what you vowed, I expect no less. I demand and not ask, As my mother drags us through, Ano
Read more

The old man and I

-
Image
The wind blew hard, Cars swooshed past; Bicycles, people, swayed faster, And he stared. As we walked along, The old man with the bristly hair, Yellow but fair, He stared; At me…? In shock at first; Soon he realized, I was real, Just very dark, Darker than him, And so, he stared. We walked side by side, Slow, sometimes fast; Wrinkling the cold kissed skin, His neck motioned, Sideways, sideways, His eyes squinted open, The old man, He, Pretended not to see me. But together, we Snuck looks; One of wonder, The other of disbelief, Is he serious? Can he be mad? What is he looking at? I need to pull up my leggings? Damn, what is it, he wants? He just keeps looking… Once in a while; He gazes, Into the distance ahead, His patched coat from winters gone. Up, up, he climbs the steps faster; Only to stop, and look down, One long hard look, She backs away, irate! He sighs, unconvinced, Scoffs almost, Ho
Read more

Pinocchio

-
Image
A shallow mind and a deep heart can not co-exist  He rides off lip service  She toils in dreams of some sort of future Serpent long and vile  He coils her in  Licks her weak  In disregard of her  He believes his lust for her is enough                                           
Read more