Quiet Poetry Lounge : PAIN OF THE PANTHER

phynxofkemet

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eartH (Heart) is my home
Occupation
child care provider
Somehow she felt, the battle was lost
Across the planes she began to cross
The last journey of space and time
The vista plateaus within her mind
Sacred sanctuaries where she could find
Peace from the madness of the civilized
A matrix of captured imaginations
Where living was domestication
And power was force and fornication
From an altar of Alien Gods

Maybe it had been written that day
As constant vigilance wore away
The ability to open up her heart
Beloved purpose was her part
In Life’s great matrix design
But finally she resigned
Herself that no one wanted
Her love, the last of her kind

Every one of her progeny
Had faced the same destiny
She wondered how this could be
Surrounded by the enemy
With no protector for her cubs
No room to birth her love
Panther medicine foretold
Of children being told
It’s okay to sell the soul
For the fame of Gods so cold
And her anger became despair
What resources could she prepare?
To battle those that would dare
To endanger their life
Before their lungs had taken air

Her suffering held no end
Each time she made a friend
Old wounds would ache and send
Memories etched in betrayal
From her attempt to ascend
Back to reality back to life
Back to the state of divine mind
Back to the ether before there was time
Back to the comfort of darkness
Before there was light

Her eyes stung with tears salt water strong
Like a banshee she screamed for all that went wrong
Unwritten story and unheard songs
Is why she felt she hadn’t belonged
To this place of machines
And foreign things
That wanted to make her crazy
Enough to leave her baby
In the arms of the system
And create another victim
Instead of warrior resistance
That her genes insisted
Carried the love of royalty
To have faith in loyally

Water people had been introduced
On canvas, in dreams & poems produced
Describing the heavens and the hells
And the directions that each would spell
Foretelling the choices she would face
Along the paths of her chosen fate
Urging her to follow her heart
And ascend to their arms
Where at last she would chart
The path of the planets and the stars
Like she did so long ago
In places so very far
From the processing of huemanity
Where captivity feeds insanity

It is the kicking in her womb
keeping distance from the tomb
But she knows her time
is coming soon,
considers the cycle of the moon
The time will come when sacrifice
Will make it better for his life
And pave his way with little strife
For this she concedes, the life of her seed
And prays for strength to succeed
If only for him, for her battle was lost
Sadly, the planes she began to cross
 

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