Witches Amongst Us



I knew a witch

With chocolate hair

Hair emblazoned with sin

She was like a great clump of dirt

Who had the face of  a flower

That mesmerized her band of ardent followers

Devoted to her for eternity
I was once bewitched by her

Until I tasted her poison

Within the virtual world

She nestled herself

Creating a false persona

That obnoxiously aired grievances

About past enemies
Or the jarring sound

Of Chorused sneezes from others

Who sat nearby her holy throne

Surrounded by a sentry of large cats

One of whom was not a cat,

But a shadowy ninja

Who was her greatest devotee

She dreamt that she was invulnerable
Seemingly impenetrable

In a sense, she was a goddess

As massive, and dense as a chunk of marble

This was the view of her rank

Amongst those who have nothing

But unswerving adulation

For this spineless witch

Wearing the robes
Of one of the Greek Muses

Except, she hardly enlightened anyone
She spited people
Oh, she absolutely did
To the downtrodden, she opened her loving arms
Consumed their deepest pains,and
Regurgitated them to her flock of devotees                                        
  Every story of others was misconstrued
To cement her high rank
In the eyes of others

My eyes discern the truth
After, I tasted her poison,and
                               Sharply recognized the depth of her cruelty
                                While, her disciples believe her to be infallible, and

                               Her enemies to be traitorous bastards
                               I can still remember the sting of her betrayal

                                                             

                            Since that woeful day,

              It has been hard for me, and others to find healing

                         Because her type of cruelty excels in
                           The type of manipulative subtlety
               That makes you doubt the reality of her witchiness

                         Then, you wonder if other witches lurk
                             Waiting to utilize your burdens
                           As gold for their own personal profit

The "Oxymoron" of Love

Love is burdensome
A heavy weight upon the soul
It can exude an unremitting coldness
Within the soul or
excruciatingly burn us

When a friend of ours departs from our lives,
The world seems abuzz with soothing lies
On each side of the unplanned conflict
Each person on opposing side acts
Unreservedly, out of love for another
Under the guise of pure hatred for the other


Love and hate are coexistent
 Hate is often the cruelest drug
For a sorrowful heart that has been maimed by love
While, love tragically becomes the justification for hate
Both these divergent forces collide, and
Destructively bring forth
Chaos and Bitterness


When we love deeply
Our pain penetrates even deeper
Hatred even efficiently
Sinks into the depths of our heart
Love is easily outmatched
Dissolving into the acidic liquid
Of hate perversely trying to
Wash away our sins

Every pang of hatred
Has love resolutely underpinning it
A hateful heart ultimately seeks love
While a loving heart must accept
Hatred into their heart

Love and Heat
Birth and death
Attraction and Repulsion
Motion and Inertia
All work in opposition
To drive the universe
Into Life

Cosmic Redemption

My heart was ablaze

With an inextinguishable fire

I loved my enemy so deeply that

It torched the contents of my heart

Just to cling to the hope of forgiveness

Why is forgiveness so impossible?

Every single person that I've known 

In this transient life

Are sprinkled like stars 

Across the expanse of the universe

Nearly all of them dim, and

Inevitably burn out

Without a sigh, or even a cry

There is nothing for me

Without some semblance of hope

Within the miraculous power of forgiveness

Why cannot I not be reconciled?

My body has been coiled in a snake of flames

My guilt tortures me to the point 

Where I fail to remember the 

Power vested in mercy

Towards the end of our lives,

Will this irreconcilable sorrow

Restively float beyond ourselves
Into the expansive universe

Does our soul ever find rest?

Or does our pain just cave in,

Forming a black hole

Or, is a new star borne out of the

Debris of our discontented selves

Will forgiveness resurrect us

From the fragmented dust of a self

That has stopped believing evermore

In the universe's miraculous power of redemption