You started this fire, not me, but while we’re stuck in this heat
I thank you for this bowl YOU’ve offered me.
light it up, light up in me, and let me rest between these blows.
So sick of sucking I might explode into a vein of Bellicose…
I didn’t ask for this, I wouldn’t have known too, goes to show,
what seems to be the worst, a curse, a sticky situation
can become twice the blessing when it’s grown to fruition.
The fire started with a spark before it could glow,
before it could leave its mark.
better believe there was a crack in that dam,
before it turned to a powerful flow.
And so the story goes… To be completely transparent,
at first, it crushed me to see Life’s wings spread around me.
It kicked the excuses from me so forcefully.
It forced me to examine its spectrum more fully,
While wrestling it stripped me of my vanities one by one.
leaving me with the burning question…
Will you seek the truth or run…
what’s it worth to you?
My answer? Everything and never again…
From now on… I want Life to speak too and through me.
Let it be what defines every hue passed between me and YOU.
Guide me through these final blows,
we’re in the final throws, just one more left
just one-two punch and we’re done.
but then, curiosity and intentions weaponized against me
and so, the underbelly found and entered into me unwittingly.
Under the guise of love rests the counterfeit,
And now that I’m in its coals and festering…
I’m forced to see how far this ugly delusion has spread its counterfeit wings.
And what lengths it will go to remain ‘free’ in the land of uncertainties.
I come bearing witness.
When fear gets a grip the sea starts rising
It’s clouded my soul in bellicose petticoats,
all of them carved in with reflections of red scarlet.
It impregnated its victims’ voices deep inside me…
In bellicose, I run to put to rest the pieces of me
scattered over this land of restlessness.
Recklessness would have wrecked ships like me.
But YOU wouldn’t let it be.
Left for dead, a peace offering to their king of dread.
I take in my last willing breath,
only to find I’m no longer in the presence of Death
but a Living Breath breathes in through me.
I’m in the presence of the One and Only.
The Only One that’s ever come through, for me, through you…
The Only One standing at ease between me and coming undone,
The Only Thing standing against every out of context stone
aimed for the heart of me.
As the story goes each seemed rightfully thrown, on its own,
So I accept and repent for my part in the broken narratives
Left burning behind me…
Make them blessed or cease to exist
I’m on this journey with YOU.
Bellicose… I rose, led by the nose.
Like The One who sent for me, I’m back.
I’ll take a roasting, cause this time I come in peace… mostly,
though I can’t speak for the Eternity burning inside me.
At least this time I’m aware of my crimes
against the humanity in me.
Thankfully this time,
I don’t come baring ass or teeth
More like tongue in cheek.
I’m not fully complete without this sword of YOURS
The gift you passed me freely.
Here’s my toast to YOU! My thank you.
For what you’ve done and will do for this little tree.
YOU gave me a word they can never see
so they’ll never be allowed to define me.
A clever little rhyme between YOU and me
… safe even from those who are savvy
to my deepest secret places.
From this moment forward, my chambers are sacred spaces
between my shell and the better thoughts flowing through me.
Any idol thought seeking to take up space in me? I banish you!
Flee before the Life and Abundance chasing after you.
YOU know the differences I can’t perceive,
and only YOU know the truth please pass it through me…
Saturate me in YOU according to your Everything…
Now that I’ve seen through this tainted glass too,
it’s clear that this sticky phlegm has coated everything
down to my surroundings in slick-talking goo
a deceptive covering resting uneasily over dried bones
and held together in rancid glue.
ready to be pitted for or against the waves rising
to lift your new thing from the tossing sea.