The Gold and The Alchemist

spiritual awakening

You are probably the one 
But only until another one 
Comes along 
Claiming ownership of the hand he thinks his hands should hold 
But Despite that ugly fact 
Despite my unbreakable pact 
With solitude 
You are still probably the one

The one to make me feel 
Emotions I haven't felt in a while 
Emotions that are despised 
In this world 
Where our silly desires tend to curl 
To find a place in between the thickness of realities shiny pearl

And any other day 
I would bang my head 
Into the concrete beads 
Both hands filled with seeds 
Relentlessly breathing waves of heat feeding triumph t hungry walls, cracks of defeat 
In hope's of making this one 
The one

Any other time 
My soft skin would be shade 
To make place for the silk suit weaved in my head 
soft and inviting 
A perfect residence for hiding 
A fragile heart 
Prudential y playing the part 
Of victim 
To the sizzling tongue of this petty worlds system

You see love 
Any other time 
Would of been a good time 
For me to fall into the shine of your eyes 
For me to soften at all of your love sick cries 
For me to live merely of your sweet exhale 
For my bare feet to willingly walk from the gates of Eden to the door's of hell

Any other day 
I would have banged my head 
To convince my daydream to stay 
After the glimmer of the sun leaves the golden Sands warm and gray 
So it could hold my hand as I fell on my knees to pray 
To a god who knows of pain 
To a god who can shower me with rain 
And wash away 
All I have been 
All I have seen 
So I could be worthy 
Of you 
You,
YOU, the one that haunts me

Any other day...

But today 
Today I still feel the emotions 
I still see beyond the horizon of hope's dimension 
It is just not as enchanting 
As it used to be
I don't feel less 
I just feel more for the soul that residence in me 
than the one you clam to be

You see,
love,
one night 
As I slept in a bed in the nights quiet 
I had a visitor 
As she floated in I didn't even notice her 
She lingered in the air until my heart was ready to acknowledge her 
She whispered stories of a life 
A life that sprung from the womb of desire 
A life that was gifted breath from the seed burned into gold with fire

A life that was meant to be more than a banging head 
More than a golden lay for the one's it took to bed 
More than a stepping stone for the riots men lead 
More than an approving applaud for the hands that made 
Gold out of lid

I was meant to be more than what I was letting my self be 
Putting to shame the God's that granted the hands of magic to me 
And that night as she whispered 
Telling me the shame I have brought to my maker 
My soul drowned it's self in tears 
Weaved a rope to put around its neck out of fear 
That I will never be worthy 
Of the crown I was not told had been placed up on me 
But as I fell to the bottom of my ocean of tears 
I felt the Spears of my God Pierce through the heart of my fears 
While the other hand pulled me up to my feet

Up 
Up from the fall of grace 
Until I was standing tall enough to see the reflection of my face 
Mirrored In the glory of my makers grace 
And as I stood there with my scum filled mind in trance 
The rope I placed around my neck shifted for a necklace of lid that held a second chance

You see,
Love, 
Love is beautiful 
delusion is beautiful 
And From this far
You,are beautiful 
But I was not meant to merely be a souvenir for beautiful things 
Floating through mind's justifying the identities it brings 
No 
I was meant for more....

I was born to shine this dark,reality bounded world with my burning fate's light
My soul was Made heavy to carry the weight that would tilt the balance from wrong to right

My skin was not to be shade 
Cut off by blades sharpened by the world's hate 
It is meant to be wore with pride 
For it is a temple in which a queen of light resides 
My hands where not Marley meant to be a softness felt on the skin of a shiny empty bead 
They where made to weave gold out of lid

You see 
Love,
Love is beautiful 
Delusions are beautiful 
And From afar 
Where I want you to stay 
You are beautiful 
But I am not Marley meant to be a souvenir for the beautiful things....

you see,
Love, 

The thing about identity,It's simplicity,is in it's complexity

So many where meant to be the magician 
Others the magic 
So many where meant to be the gold 
Other's the alchemist 
But a few 
Only a few 
were born to be the magician and the magic 
Only a few 
Get to be the gold and the alchemist.

Author's Note

Been MIA but reviews are highly appreciated

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

Hooked me from the first lines to be honest... "I felt the Spears of my God Pierce through the heart of my fears" Very powerful writing. Love is beautiful, delusions are beautiful... That is beautiful! Thanks for sharing.