In Love & War: Collateral Damage II

 

I can't say that I don't understand, Dear Love. 

  In truth, we posed as a love, 

    Never meant to be. 

Somehow though, 

   It hadn't stopped us, had it? 

It could not be rendered void, 

  or cut out from us. 

It could not be capitulated or manipulated 

  Into surrender. 

Put on a back burner, however...

It would be neglected. 

For the love that was never supposed to be, 

  Had found walls erected and wars waged. 

It found broken parts on muddied battle fields,

  and hearts sunken for years 

        minds fragmented 

      to make sense of what went insane. 

It would be a stamp of something aged; worn. 

  Of something unoiled, unannointed. 

We would go on, ghosts now...

Half of our soul elsewhere. 

  Fragmented. 

All because we were not supposed to Love, 

  You and I. 

 They had never accounted for us. 

   What was sacred there, we would lose...

Because a war had to waged, 

   Instead of Love Surrendered to. 

Upon Impact

 

I do not understand all things...

  But I seek to. 

I can not understand the infinite unraveling, 

  or the cosmic puzzle pieces, 

  Still strewn about...

   But I can try. 

I can not presume or profess to know, 

  that which is stated in belief. 

   And in fact, 

       I would not...

  but I can lean into my intuitive maps, 

    and I can give Faith it's credit due. 

Faith... a magic of sorts. 

It is my stipulation. 

  Something rendered upon inseminal impact. 

 The Birthright of expanse. 

 The unhinged need to know. 

 The driver of curiosity, 

    Itching ever beneathe. 

    However...

What can our meager minds comprehend, 

  contrasted to God's own? 

It is not nothing....

  But it is handicapped of sorts. 

No...

All we can do afterall...

Is seek, 

  and try. 

That was my imprint of impact; 

  An ever curious eye. 

A Woman's Birthright

 

I am a Divine Woman. 

  My place is not with the Church, 

      But the Earth. 

My place is the Intuitive Counterpart; 

  Resting, 

     As a connection to God 

        By the initiation of Feminine access. 

Be us not fooled. 

We are put down, 

   Because of our power. 

But shall man tell us 

  What he can not understand 

     Accept for the granted few? 

Are we not blessed with gifts of insight and revelation? 

Is this not also our curse, for,  we are a threat! 

We have always been a threat, 

  To what Man presumes he knows. 

And so marked down and diluted our value would become, 

In a world where man has forgotten our Divine Right beside him...

As he has forgotten, God, instead replacing "He" with Man's own ego. 

And then....

We all lose. 

We all struggle...

But not if the fight is kept up. 

  and so, no....

I say again, 

I am no woman of the Church, 

  for the Church has deceived man, 

     taken all our power, 

       Governed through fear...

  and Lost long ago, 

   Were the secrets of Christ that he sold himself to bestow upon us. 

Lost then, we all have become- governed by no Merited Captain, 

 By bent moral law, 

   by deception of definitions. 

The Church will plead, 

   "Witch!" Because they fear the power bestowed. 

Because They Fear. 

While under their Vatican Domain lays libraries, untold to any man. 

I know man, 

   Seeks to tame me. 

But God is the only Authority, 

  His creation breathed in me, 

  and He...

   He tells me to fight; 

The heart & strength of a warrior....

So whom shall then,  I abide? 

  What say ye?