B Ballad (A Possession in Astral Tongue)

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Looking down, I see myself

transitioning from nestled sleep to endless dream

At first I search for the glowing

path…when suddenly a stunning realization

stammers forth it’s surreal flood

Observations stir, until, the form awakes…but you stay adrift

not returning to your shell…and yet, you watch, as it functions still

Following in-flux you float about

staggering the summits with watchful eyes…understanding completely, you haven’t died, you’re alive, but your vessel, is no longer yours alone to steer

And soon thereafter, drawn unto an astral field you go

wandering in a formless realm, where familiar sights

quickly disjoint the body from the soul

as once familiar songs, are belted out, in tongues foreign to the light

The thief moves about in the circles I had built, yet they can not tell the difference, the imposter’s presence goes unknown…perhaps, or so it seems, a case can be made to indicate, that both family and friends, appeared to like me more now, than they ever had, when It was I, comprising the definitions deep inside

And even when rapt in these songs of sin

no one noticed that these words were not mine,

were his seductive charms so aligned,

they couldn’t see the illusion buried beneath my skin?

His deception played upon the acts and thoughts

of others, stirring forth the definitions they wished to hear, that they wished I’d be

and as day’s continued, in this space I grew lost,

even questioning if I was better served with the beast controlling me

All I could do, was sing a Ballad of Foreign Astral Tongues:

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Theology of Sin

Broad strokes invade the subtlest

Placidity, with an entourage of corrosive

inhibitions, the boon of tranquility-swathed

picaresque.

Dashed by despondency and ire, inveracity

Grooms its toiled prepossession-brokering legerdemain

through generalities voiced in hearsay and

hegemony.

Salacious seeds ferment ensconced.

Suckling-in, nestled-upon, the undefiled teat

of ablution, that sees its wellspring dry in

retrocession.

A residuum of salubrious crumbs, the delicacy

for obsidian aphrodisia, effuses. Contravention’s valiance,

amidst vituperrious flood, ultimately wanes, in slumping 

abnegation.

Post Possession

Emeritus,

In merit

Coward still

The face that belittles you

Each day you pray the mirror breaks

His words

His voice

Similar

But stranger just the same

Blotters filled with ink and lines

I watch as the words twist the vine

Dazed, if not for uncertainty,

A decision I might make,

Against the grain,

Most of life,

At this point,

Care not what the shadow claims

Determined to take hold

Regain supremacy

Reclaim my flesh made throne

I crawled beside the pine made frame

Clasped my hands and prayed

Words soft, words precise

God, send your angels down tonight

Assist me in this possession

Before the loss is complete

Silence as lids peeled free

An air embellished my position

Clearing a path, well lit and clean

Not a peep, not one snicker from within

Was that all I should’ve done?

Long ago, long back when

But that was a different time

He responded when I spoke to him

Light was bright within the chamber

In the mirror I saw my face again

Thank you, I chanted loud

War torn skin formed a reflection,
  A smile I swiftly embraced

Then I saw the skin shift shape

As the dimples remained wrinkled upon my face

Without speaking, my voice addressed me once more-

“I could not hold out any longer….

You wished for angels,

Well they are not free,

I once was chief of them,

And to this day,

Their will still belongs to me"

Transfixion

He practiced sagination on all he owned,

Encased, in glass,

Encased, like trophies in a wall,

An initial stroll down such a hall way,

Leads you to answers you never knew were there,

You become discomforted and your boundaries shift,

You want to touch what’s inside,

Whatever it was behind that shield,

It became something I needed too,

Transfixed,

It became the only thing,

The only focus of attention,

And excuses would be used,

Different culprits demonstrated,

All to glimpse what was there,

What was being kept from me,

I remember the way you looked,

Your slouch and your sanguine look

But it was your phlegmatic resistance

That enthralled every bit of me,

Encapsulated I became,

Each departure, each rotten frame,

Every shadow that dreams brought forth,

Every shadow reconfiguring,

Altering the very essence of who I was,

I sensed my acquaintance began to push,

The limits of our needfulness,

Pathologically I would display,

Incessant habits,

Impulsive crowding,

Incautious ways,

To quell this incendiary connection

Unlatch you did the glass that separates,

From a pedestal you pulled her down,

And there she stood,

Yet she made no sound,

Simply slouching with that perfunctory frown,

Satisfied was what you said,

My eyes never moved,

They never swayed,

Until the moment she came alive,

The shocking fright you displayed,

I then knew you had no way to comprehend,

Transfixed I became again,

This darling child,

This precious woman,

Began, stopped, then began again,

Pulling rubies from your frozen state,

I didn’t move as you changed shape,

Slipping down to Exsanguinate