To my executioners

To those who would execute me and to one especially


I have tried to explain with no language to speak with
But why would you listen to what must be babble
Compared to your ‘wisdom’ to you I am like the sith
My head, when you observe must be just a foolish rabble

Poetry Muse help me correct what must be war
Give me words that transmute the ugliness and pain
Grant the gift that your graciousness gave me before
I seek no argument I seek only to remain sane

I cannot read the poetry of others, lethal text I have felt
I cannot speak to ‘friends’, as their motives are not so pure
If I need to give up music so laced with poison you dealt
What you offer is hell and I don’t see why you are sure

I have been given a gift beyond you, beyond all
I see it’s value; to sacrifice for it is not so much
An eternity beyond your good and sad evil fall
Is what I will gain, why do you not do as such?

What you offer me is unconsciousness so dark
What I offer you is to see this for what it is
It is not my fault you made your choice to park
Myself I will dye scaling the mountain of bliss

But a warrior I am, battles of blood in my past
What else, as that is the nature I can perceive
The deeds I perhaps pay for with my very last
To fight today is to remain and never leave

To cause me to fall, as you and others have tried
Is a crime against the child I held in my arms
A child no one would loose but to him I have lied
The cock crowed and down I went without qualms

My weakness? Beauty maybe but closeness yes
In you I saw you could know me in my wicked clothes
This I need as no deceit would be present no less
But love was felt so strong and the start of woes

But as I always do I did not go like a fool
The tricks of the spy trade are not unknown
Self observation well developed, I use this tool
To win against demons I see what they have sewn



Gold dust but you ignore in favour of your job
Is it that you can no longer take up the path?
Locked in bliss, such nirvana, what does it rob?
Not everyone could bare to not SEE their wrath

The work is only possible on the physical plain
Has this been taken from me I cannot say
To take great power to hell would be so insane
This is the only justification I see for your way

You see why you need you to be clear
To lower yourself to talk so I can see
To understand you is not for me to only hear
Bravery and plain English is how you talk to me

I think you do not see my core only my dross
Long since recognised as what will cause rot
Do you claim to fight it for me, as there is no loss?
All is futile against the trash but the Arcane is not

I called you for transmutation not the axe so sharp
You who claimed to want to know of the way
But you did not see or want to know the harp
Or were you just not able to bare the lay?

I gained much, at a price high, so no regret
But nothing is now possible except to wait
No arrow will I not fight, No touch will I let
The battle is unnecessary so leave me to fate

The KUNDALINI will not rise in the false
I do not charge you with fault or bad deed
Only that you insult with your disdainful waltz
You feel no need to get to know to the seed!!!


Peace God please - peace to all