A Plague On Both Your Houses

I am equally haunted by my infinite seeming mistakes, as I am cosmically ignited by the seeds I have seen grown by my feet
I am haunted by every face I have teared… Particularly one
Yet I am gratefully driven by an equal madness, by the beauty that drips from my soul when I allow
Beast and God housed as brothers
Slowly as called, we will find peace somehow 
A plague on both your houses… Still led to the greatest love story somehow

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Hearts on Fire

Hearts on fire are Divinely inspired.
Regardless of the outcome in a world beyond ownership and structure, may you all be blessed to truly experience a love so deep that its beyond logic and reason. The outcome is irrelevant beyond the mind of fear and control. The gift of experiencing the ecstatic mind stands alone in memory as an eternal mountain of passion in the generally flat land of conscious life. It will stand proudly as a sacred spiralling precipice in this current time and space. For those that can see the Sacred, even for just a moment, will see it dwarfs all conscious imprints Universe-wide and be eternally burnt into one’s soul.
May you all be permanently burnt at least once.
And with full consciousness, without anger or victimisation, truly and deeply may you understand the beauty of your often painful, beautiful soul brand.
An experience that once appreciated and accepted for the momentary gift it was, may guide and inspire you always, in its perfect imperfections.
Leaving you in cosmic wonder to greater wounds of this existence, understanding that a little bit of God is hidden in them all.
How much of Him do you wish to know? How many dark storms will you walk towards to find the epicentres within?
May you just once glimpse the link between insanity and Divinity.
May you just once understand the paradoxical link between the seemingly different forces of perfection and chaos.
May you see why the beings that laugh the most are hiding the greatest sadness.
And yet those that face the greatest sadness, find ultimate joy.
And for the rare heroes… may you, while filled with fear, dive straight into the illogical and terrifying chaos of the deepest recesses of the trembling and the aching of your heart’s calling.
Your courage and madness are a reward as one, a reward as won.
Following the scariest but most divinely connected compass of the biological soul, one whose call never stops, just sadly over the years, feeling ignored, begins to whisper.
Always shrouded in a fearful mist, a mist dark enough to keep even the bravest away. Guarded, like any treasure of substance would be. In plain sight it’s tucked away.
A mist always hiding the very Sun we so crave on our coldest nights.
A veil covering the liberation of the dark lonely plight.
Only these few crazy, heart driven souls may be shown the deepest secrets of the Divine… Like why it is that fortune favours the brave. And why a heart on fire can never be challenged or stopped by any mere mortal. As it always has been from myth to this current day.
And why one purely passionate soul has and can change the world, way before the supposed importance of the human mind even tries to unfurl.
Sadly for most, the frozen and scared beings of this world, they will slowly and painfully discover that the highways of the glorified mind, all lead to the same crowded place. A highly suggested social destination of logical thought, comparison and emotional compromise.
All safely arriving they find themselves…
Nowhere… Our favourite human place.
Nowhere… Free of Love’s true grace, the one that hinted once with passion and clarity, but came with a madness face.
This is where entire generations are cursed to live and die.
Where they will eventually, confused and disappointed, take their last few breaths and lay down to share fates with billions of dead men. Men that like them, even before degradation was at hand, had a disability blocking ‘aliveness’ of any true kind.
Long before the world had started to fill with these safe half-dead men.
Once more united, now simply by new things… death and cold grey granite stone.
They lie down after a path that was mentally accepted and sound, but gasp out, ready to die, they realise that after all that safety, now, the end on their own.
Even if someone holds their hand till the very end, it dawns on them that they wish they left with the deepest scar and the most romantic brand.
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