Wisdom written on my slate,
Once starved with hunger,
Thirst; Parched with wonder.
Now I've too much on my plate.
If I should take another bite,
I would lose my appetite.
But I've sealed my fate
And it's too late.
So release the hate,
Feel about serrated edges,
Of fine baby hairs along her nape
Reel around the spaded dredges
Of a long awaited escape.
Spilling, our jaded and faded message,
Losing it's behated shape
Like celibates' celebrated pledges;
As many common men die,
Led paraded from ledges.
Dedicated to a void vestige.
Desecrated all our blessed.
Keep wild what will not rest
And give refuge to he who is oppressed.
Dispense and commence.
See through a Brahman's lens
Bleed you, in Shamans' dens.
Pay homage to a solemn cleanse.
Impaled by common sense,
Contradicting confidence.
Exhale. Calm and Somber. Rinse.
*Special thanks to Photosensualis for the image and the collaborative effort in making this book a reality. So much gratitude to you!
**Below are links to some images from this series that did not make it into the book, but are equally special and dear to my heart.