Black Sheep

I
Crept like the ancients
ccross the distended pathway
Pitched and narrowed by bracken
cnd fear
Of content & self importance
Of rebellion & childlike curiosity
My delicate skin covered in a thick hide of years earned
Of rings of celestial mysteries
Running the circumference of my eyes
Lost to my own kind
c pioneer of peerless treasure
Bones aching from the dust of a million tears
Crusted & fallen to heaps in this structure of mine, forever in the forest of wandering
But I sense this vortex has sprung a new branch of promise
My nose smells the blossom of the angelic
Here the Shepherd finds me again
Just as I run the ring of miles one last time
Like the thousands of times before it
Constantly bringing me back
Enfolding
Inwardly old
But this is His youth
cnd His beauty and His open fields of glorious sun
The Rays Of God
Find me through the spidery clouds of deep gray & dense caulifloria
I am held
cnd I am led
Back through the foliage of yesterday's
Of the shadows of doubt
Of the knobby elbows of vain musing
We find the clearing
cnd again I am Home
Just a Black Sheep Of The Fold
Returned
c Prodigal of sorts
c peacock of pride
But loved regardless of the imperfections
Loved especially for the blemishes
The same heart
The same blood
The same mind
The same soul.....

you rip and tear at the fabric of the earth
not knowing that you rip and tear yourself to bits
over the fear of something that is truly beautiful
over the doubt that it might not ever come true
detach from the umbilical chord of dissension
excuse yourself from the conference room of pride
of toxic insecurity
and thinly bloated masks of relevance
for this is not relevant....
this is not love.....
you are an empty husk
left like trash on the roadside
people will stare it you as they pass
but they will not stop
they will not get out
they will not offer up a hand
you float voiceless through the countryside
waiting to feel something of worthiness
something akin to the prophetic
as you hastily manufacture trollish jokes
from behind your computer screen
bunched at the middle with age
hunched over like a diseased ape
empty yourself
out
purge
sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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