Walk hand in hand
through the valley of the shadow of the decrepit
and feel their indignation, let it empower you
make them perceive it
encroach on their comfort
crucify their ignorance on the beaches
and let the sun shine down on your glory
For lines are meant to be crossed
in tearing through territory life is best lived.
With words like knives, pull open the wound
lather the blood on your hands
and become bonded in their essence
Walls too, are only meant to fall
they will offer you no safety.
We will free you from safety
and save you from peace
and bring you out in to the cold light of day
in the sight of god
where there is nowhere to hide.
Like those of the garden, do not fear exposure
embrace it, tear down the shrubbery, and live
with holy knowledge of good and evil
Romanticise with a hammer
love with a blade
hold each other like men clashing in battle
live fiercely
speak only truth
or better yet, tell the truth with lies
The word was with god, that much is known
and now the word is with us, what does that tell you?
In our words, we are as god.
Perfect, beautiful, destructive, commanding, true.
Do not live as the meek, nor speak as such
Love like a fire.
Love like the sea loves the waves,
love that can tear down cliffs
and destroy empires.
Love that can envelop the land
in crimson confetti.
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Odes to the Erotes
PoesíaA series of Love poems focusing on understanding and exploring the many different kinds of love. Focusing first on the seven love gods, the Erotes, then on forms of love in the greek language, and finally in famous romances of the greek gods. This...
