In salutation of bloodied razors
IN SALUTATION OF BLOODIED RAZORS (Open letter to the murderers)
Yet another blow to the chest
Yet another spit to the face,
Thank you, o Judas! For your outpouring for me…
For to suffer in silence is my only reply to you,
Have you consider the abstractions, my friend?
The dimensions of feelings, that intersect in me and you?
For it is your flesh that stabs, eternal curse to your mirror
the reminder of your own cancer, the reminder of eternal Archilies heel
Why do you persecute? A discount for your wounds
festerings of silent pain that burns like acid?
of tears shed for all that’s unrealised; the eternal sorrow of all?
Does it all matter to you, friend? To bother even feeling at all….
to realise the same insect you crush, has the very blood you live
that carries all paterns Adamic, for all that makes you…you
DISPELLING SPECULATIONSHIP
Thank you for you kindness
Thank you for patience for all
To peaceful sleep I will go,
temporal rest for the journey ahead,
this path of grace that I now stride,
To guess the workings of a conversation in subjectives,
a foggied sea I ride, of bloodied feet amidst murky water,
let us sense good instead of bad,
for blue devils thrive on imaginary bullets
At least your my ally… my sister, my friend…
Forgive me for all doubts,
For on weakened knees I try to stand.
