it's about reverence to the clawing of high priestess energy, as she demands tribute for her life-imbuing presence.
it's about acceptance of the loving chokehold of sorceress pain, search for respite from her merciless abandon.
it's about total devotion to reverend sister exhaustion, complete submission to the lashings of her breathless whip.
it's about humility, begging at the feet of reverend mother hunger, as she teasingly toys with my famished consciousness.
it's about discipline, enduring enchantress delirium's gentle wrath as she withdraws my fix of H, O, Na, K with a series of strokes to the delete key of life.
it's about my search for the elusive light that guides and inflames, frustrates, and dismays...for she toys with me, knows i will never reach her--i am no Buddha, Bodhisattva, or otherwise...i am not worthy despite the hopeless righteousness of my quest.
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Txandi Prostituted by Life, Life Prostituted by Txandi
PoesiaA living anthology of poems through darkness and light, highs and lows, experiments and discoveries, will and serendipity. Poetry that is musical, requiem or elegy, classic or hardstyle. These poems have seen me through the best and worst. Some of m...
