by Jeremiah Williams.
As beauty tears open unhealed wounds
empathy unearths deep roots from their supper.
cured with salt and gin.
Scarlet solutions dissolve sin.
Prayers of concrete priests
borrowed from one counterfeit liar,
never making sense to a non-reformed sinner,
yet the guardian awaits to reverse the gates.
Hidden deep in the dark forest, a gilded cave exists.
With no source of fire indifference persists.
the shadows tell stories of madness and bliss.
curiosity is shunned by empirical myths
when coal becomes diamond through pressure and time uncovers new meaning, a lifetime sublime.
Until our eternal slumber in a pit of earth,
its better to remember that once beauty was there.
As all unborn ideas swallow unbridled passion.
Only to uncover what lies underneath,
aren’t roots of the great oak,
but reinforced steel with tensile and girth.
While strength of the sword depends on heat of a hammer neither lover nor foe may disturb that which clammers.
either give seekers attention or murder what matters.
For now only you and your lover have matches.
needn’t thou worry about trials of fire
when fury and wrath replace non-hinged desire
hitherto realizing what fuels true devotion
never laid beneath, only floats upon oceans,
highest of endless tyrannical bliss enforced by beauty
in all of us,