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Posted: March 27th. 2009 4:28:24 PM
by Tamare White-Wolf
Age Group: Adult
My cup has emptied of the fine nectar I once served. I have nothing left to give to love,
for it has forsaken me time and time again.
As if somewhere, I did something terribly wrong and retribution is, to never experience
true love from a man.
My body, spirit and soul aches for the touch of pure desire but as I reach out my hand
there is no one I love there.
I feel near to heaven, as my well begins to dry and he to hell, as his internal fires burn
alone, too hot for closeness.
I have served the gods with reverence and commitment for so long, they've grown
possessive and controlling, stealing my love away each time it nears.
They turn to the true demon gods they are, jealous and conniving, manipulating our
lives for their own childish pleasures all because they are bored and envy our flesh and
bone. But I will not be a chess piece and I will deny my service to them all.
Ah... and then I see the truth, we are made in the image of them. We are all weak, envious, selfish and heartless in our darkest hours. We shed our light and turn to demons then
justify our actions and non-actions.
How jealous the demon gods are, and in their own shame, offer me hundreds of broken hearts, instead to mend.
But I... want to be freed, so that I might fly above the torrid winds that put out my loves' flame.
I am not appeased with love of the broken hearts of many and if I give thanks for this honour
it would seem I am satisfied and full of myself ~as the demon gods are and I am not!
I will not align with such obscurity, I will rise from this oppression but I will never return to
honour those repressing gods again.
We are frail egos, afraid and desperate for that one little place in the universe were we
can go to feel safe and accepted, one little place, in the heart of another who's flame
burns in synergy with ones own.
Together those flames will birth a sun star and it will nourish the earth mother and she
will live forever.
Alone the flame will die, but I have yet to live a joyous life with the love of a man, father
or husband this makes me cold.
If the gods were truly ascendant masters would they not understand this decay I will
suffer and die for?
For I came back to this earth mother for that one reason, to earn the heart and soul of
my one true love.
Even the mother can not guild me, and the mist she casts upon me, has me lost and
afraid I'll not find my way, to the heart of one true man before the turning time.
Written By Tamare White-Wolf 2004
Author's Location: Barrie, Ontario
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