A Wreck-less Soldier Divine

Love lives are strange

They make you want

More and more gain

For where is the pain

When lust has begun

Its game

No miseries to behold

Or tame

I grin at the chagrin

At the mention of her name

Through psychotic lunacy

I reign quietly, steadily and simply

Within my castle walls of shame

Love breathes in its sweet lullabies

Once again, I look, yonder, at having slain

The last red book of pain

Accumulated in the terrain

And awaiting in the rain

That touches me in places profane

I linger on momentarily for her gaze

That lights me ablaze

There is so much to seek

And so little I find

That one grows disdain

In this aching rain

I can’t stop it even if I wanted to

Your pleasure, your pain, is mine

My glory and my reign peaks with you

Sitting atop my chair

And speaks to you

Never doubt me oh Holy one

For what I feel is real pain

It just comes and goes again

All through the night,

In the fading light

Of century old monoliths

Gathering rust, dust, decay and time

For we want to feel

Eternally beloved,

That which we have created

To lose his life

And survive under His gaze

In His name and reign

Hear my rage, my pain

And never stop me again

For I’ll beat it out of you,

With a stick so divine

That was so prejudiced all the time

He will come bouncing off the walls and

Protect you from every insult

Uttered in His name

Oh His pretty wife

Christ, Allah, Shiva and pain

Make me shiver and cower in vain

In this dark sweet melody

Of this transcendence, hail!

Equality is sought by those

Waiting to pay attendance

At his doors

Which are open to all those

Boundless fools enjoying the mirth

Of a century old sore

Yours and yours only be he,

Through time and torture

His methods have taught me

To be brave and conquer

The memory of His demise

Through time and torture

I form into a wreck-less Soldier Divine

TOSHAM