LOVES IMPUNITIES

Weakness

wears a uniform that all can see.

Its badge is dulled

and the brand newness of a person

sullies in grief

lashing out at all those who extend a hand.

A beggar

knows nothing but begging

and a mother

who begs does so for her children.

fighting

in her torment and mental illness

for a clear path to walk.

Weakness

cannot be overcome in a nightfall

for the trust

and sacrosanct bond

is forever broken and lost in the shallows.

Expelling volumes of lessons

there is no twaining of these minds.

Viscous as liquid

it pours

endlessly into its aquarian madness.

I will fight no more with evil

disguised

by the mask of angelic smiles

I will remain afar

from its dark contaminants.

The foghorn blows

and my exit

shall never return to make an entrance

as I have

found power in my protections.

To turn the face away

and no longer

let the magnetic rouse of its powers

sequester your emotions.

A man or woman

will come to themselves

when the Spirit is twained

and Gods mercy has its hand upon you.

The most difficult task

is to let past love

become engaged by the hand

as it drops into the blazing pit.

Mercenary

to our protections we must forge

these disciplines

within our safe harbors

understanding their affects

and to let go

of the burdens that keep us down.

Making a choice to be free

these looming

silhouettes will fade away forever

becoming

obscure memories in the end.

The wicked tales of lovers gone astray

will forecast dark skies

as the wind

of change will take them away.

Weakness wears a uniform

and I have

bundled mine tossing them in the flame.

I walk a free man

disengaged

from the tortures of loves madness.

Say No to the echoes

and no longer challenge loves impunities.