you cannot have these words
or steal them away
in the dead of night as love
strong
bleeds into it
you cannot hope
to blind me
poking ego sticks into retna
hoping to blind this vision because
hope and love
still bleeds into it…
you cannot destruct a passion
or convince falsely with your lies of progress
and necessity
for my love
bleeds into it
you cannot fool me
with false disguise
or vacant words
i see you behind the feathered mask
beneath what has now become
my daylight’s frenzied skies
for my love, still
bleeds into it
you cannot take the soul
of what was built on death’s fragile sands
dragging this tattered remnant
through your muddied labyrinth
as long
as love
bleeds into it…
you will not take the guts of me
or impale me on your cross of falsehood
or tear away a once pristine
and holy forest
in focused search
of a new temple on which
to construct a container for power
as i lay here grieving the loss
know that this is not yours
for the taking as love bleeds into it
there is no more time for
weeping under earth’s winter skies
these tears are not
of regret but of loss
but of love
as you destroy what was
born out of purity
selflessness
neccesity
and love
for we have all cried
bloody tears into it
with our love
memories
of such loss
