Dirty Hands
I want not the angel’s nor the demon’s wings, but merely those of the bird, that I may fly and my halo be the sun.
‘Twas romantic indeed to imagine myself a star! But stuck in orbit so long… I didn’t get very far.
I leave glory to the angels and the demons to the flames and embrace the hearthfire that caresses the cauldron.
For wanderlust internalized for many years made me see through different eyes!
The Way was obstructed at a crossroads where an evil spirit lies.
Sh!
Do not say its name!
It only wants a name to inspire guilt and shame!
I bid the angels and the demons and the spirits to quit their silly game!
Am I not fool enough to amuse you?
Why must we poets
Work
So
Hard
To keep you honest?
***** * *****
You Know
I was not
Always
A good person.
<>
You know
There was a time
When the pain
Exorcised itself
Through me
In a pleasant way.
<>
I was not
Always
A bad person.
<>
You know
There was a time
When the pleasure
Exorcised itself
Through me
In a painful way.
***** * *****
In a Sense
What have I really loved till now?
<>
Innocence.
<>
In a sense?
<>
One laughs where another cries.
One lives where another dies.
One wins where another loses.
<>
One acts, unaware,
Where another chooses.
<>
If we do not choose
To protect the innocent
Until they are capable
Of making their own choices
We cannot fairly say
That we love at all.
***** * *****
GANDHI
Gandhi said:
“Be the change
you want to see
in the world.”
Gandhi changed.
The world did not.
To what world did he go?
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The Exception that Proves the Rule
We are tempted
By power
That we may be
Tempered for strength.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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The Judgment of Paris is an ancient Greek myth about an event which is said to be the root cause of the Trojan war. Zeus holds a banquet for the marriage of Peleus and Thetis, who would go on to conceive the great hero Achilles. He neglects to invite Eris, the Goddess of Discord, who takes it as a slight.
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Inner sense? 🤔
Rivetingly raw. New subscriber here!
Awesome!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
Oooo, my favourite part was the pleasure that exorcised through me painfully. Loved all your poems!
Such a mixture of styles here and some great word play. And this line "I leave glory to the angels and the demons to the flames and embrace the hearthfire that caresses the cauldron" is just glorious in itself, never mind angels.