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An Old Ritual

Last night I partook in an old ritual. One my ancestors may have recognized. As an observer I felt more than I can explain, oddly enough. There were not many parts, but there was much fun to be had and many friends to be made. This I think I understand. The profound effects of a ritual always lie in the social aspect for me, the actual God or Gods taking the backseat in my mind. I think I’d quite like to do it again.

Regent of Hearts

I’ve met some great boundless one so far

Who told me how the world’s not so hard

Who filled my heart with no canard

That one who tells stories much like a bard

A sing-songy voice

But not by their choice

I of course must rejoice

They think of me more than a shithouse Joyce

Of gumdrops and lilypads

A fantasy land

Of good moms and good dads

There in that castle just by the sand

Idyllic machination

Psychadelic fascination

A world so full of recreation

And creation

A world so fully embraced the Mad

Peering Inside or Out?

The second of my two poems today, this will hopefully make you think a little more on that previous point: When you look within yourself, where are you really looking? Self-study is a never-ending pursuit. I find what I struggle with the most is trying to find out which parts of myself are me or just reactionary because sometimes your nature is nurture and both can be wrong. Doubt yourself to find yourself (with confidence).

Refraction

it’s hard

it’s hard

so hard

to gaze down upon you and see so stuck within you, that shard

it’s glass

a mirror

it’s only, if only, slightly queerer

the fact you do not know, how this came to pass

the mirror

that mirror

formerly so much clearer

now broken forth into a thousand shards and pieces of glass

you look into the broken shard, protruding from your torso

spotting your reflection, now curious even moreso

how did i come to have this shard of glass so roughly cleft betwixt my breast

my best

i thought i’d passed the test

not so, dear friend 

but knowing you, it’s not the end

so must you now, choose to tend

to that rift within your chest

fatal flaw, bereft of jest

so tell me now

whilst you have your tea

by no avow

what do you see?