Broken Vows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Broken vows
Take a bow
Last year
You.
This year me
I tried to understand
Why you hated me for it
I'm dead..
You said
Yet..
Here I live
Move
Have being
No matter..you tried
What a broken child
This gnosis!
What kind of sulking savior?
Did I Drink and party my health away?
No! I raised children
Chaste..unseen
Hair to my knees.
Aries at my side
444666
I broke my vow
Cut my hair.
It had that same effect of
Leaving off a past
But throwing you into
Another.
You cant stop being what you are
Until you are it.
I shaved my head again
My mind is clear and free
My muscles already well defined
Last year our power
This year..
Mine alone!
A vow? Yes!
I spoke
It wasn't my plan
But then I realized
It always was
I just couldn't execute it
The lamp of my mind is only
For my feet
My path
Im not a vow
Im not a goal
I am a garden
Walled up.
I am a soul
dragon awakened
By the dark shamans
Mistletoe
Poisoning alchemy
Like you
If You did not know your own
Primal nature
How can you possibly
Be giving anything up?

I said this last year..and ill say again
Primal nature time!

may 2021


Broken vows
Take a bow
Last year
You.
This year me
I tried to understand
Why you hated me for it
I'm dead..
You said
Yet..
Here I live
Move
Have being
No matter..you tried
What a broken child
This gnosis!
What kind of sulking savior?
Did I Drink and party my health away?
No! I raised children
Chaste..unseen
Hair to my knees.
Aries at my side
444666
I broke my vow
Cut my hair.
It had that same effect of
Leaving off a past
But throwing you into
Another.
You cant stop being what you are
Until you are it.

I shaved my head again
My mind is clear and free
My muscles already well defined
Last year our power
This year..
Mine alone!
A vow? Yes!
I spoke
It wasn't my plan
But then I realized
It always was
I just couldn't execute it
The lamp of my mind is only
For my feet
My path
Im not a vow
Im not a goal
I am a garden
Walled up.

I am a soul
dragon awakened
By the dark shamans
Mistletoe
Poisoning alchemy
Like you
If You did not know your own
Primal nature
How can you possibly
Be giving anything up?

 



Submitted: June 05, 2021

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