Gospels

"Gospels" Gospels are lost on a god words are never hidden under rocks unturned stones for the hiding Poets caress swords a legend firm in their hearts undrawn they hold it out as victor for witness and target, practice to fall on love brutally genteel Excalibur intentions the falling welcome unwelcome always hard never soft, covered in gun powder talcum, soothing the unsoothed cowards awake, the mirrors reflect small signs of life stirring after a death, longing the lost stolen eventually reclaimed, gently cradled Gospels are lost on a god those who read words behind screens that are hidden follow the gates swinging arrive at a god’s sword, it’s a kind of a heaven a kind of a blessing dark-nighted shading the sun scorched by moon's relief what’s taken - the communion, a bonding between god and their child delivering a body of words a kind of eucharist served best by voice, by tongue consecrated by blood never forgotten, forsaken early is best never late in the mourning the missing one word - solid sworn, promise, not a warning Gospels are lost on a god warring words as swords words are never for hiding swords are keys that fit to Bedlam and part-way back A god whispers you the word, “Home”? "Love"? you think it’s like some foreign treasure, like finding forgiveness, a needle in a haystack gospels are lost on a god the key is unhidden always revealed in the abstract (LadyLabyrinth/2021) gvlm "I am not a Woman, I'm a God"/Halsey https://youtu.be/0PZ9gJ_Vtdg “She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.” Anne Sexton “And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself” Anne Sexton “Every day I've got a smile where my frown goes A couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows I take 'em with me to the grave in a suitcase Maybe I could be a different human in a new place” Halsey “My God is a poet singing me home with their genderless pronouns, sticky love like blood tar the tears in my eyes the black heart is fixed on, feeling the sum of the parts, communion is served best without - heavy armour worn gospels, the insides torn, turned out.” Anonymous (unhidden) “I am not a woman, I'm a God I am not a martyr, I'm a problem I am not a legend, I'm a fraud So keep your heart, ‘cause I already got one” Halsey LYRICS/ “I am not a woman, I’m a god”, Halsey https://lyricskpop.net/lyrics/i-am-not-a-woman-im-a-god-halsey-song-2021/ Women/Mothers/Children. https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/alienated-mother-amanda-sillars https://www.researchgate.net/publication/262908697_The_experience_of_motherhood_for_alienated_mothers Alienated. (Mother/Father) https://outofthefog.website/top-100-trait-blog/2015/10/21/alienation https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/parental-alienation-psychological-child-abuse-amanda-sillars https://parentalalienation.org.au/