Ex-Votos Of Verse

Standoffs in the Cave of The Beast with the Beast himself?
My life for the past two years…
I do not glare,
But,
Glower.
And leer…

Sweat dripping from the top of my cheeks.
Hands jittery from gripping a gun I thought, I’d never,
see…
1 finger just grazing the trigger,
2 eyes refusing to lay off of His dark figure,
3 trickles of blood I happily bleed while I paint His image,
Of Death…
Satan in His flesh in a world he littered,
With Sin…

The Word,
Is what God tacks on to me,
As I arrange my spell,
Of gratitude.
For allowing to me live,
No matter my past attitudes.
Suicide,
In the mind,
Resides for the Demons in my head while I blast a few.
Boom.
Boom!
A slew of shots thrown as I cast a new,
Poem.
In a fashion you,
Could never imagine as I close and cap off the scene with outlandish views,
When I’m out on American land dishing truths,
Too true for the facade of most…

A Poet.
Observing and writing a flow with,
A motif.
Rehearsing,
Reciting a show in,
A mote of,
Universes surrounded by oceans,
Of emotions
I show up!
To the stage I was meant to coast in.
Swaying side to side,
From left to right,
My rite of passage to my Heaven of Love and Peace in mind…

Only way I’ve made it out of danger.
All I know are pens,
Pencils and erasers.
A desk covered with a blank piece of paper.
Scratched all over with intent to wake Earth.
Been a student in a school full of minors and majors.
Universal connections in every single place.
Birthed,
In a doomed world,
Pegged to create Verse.
Competition is nullified unless it is I on a stage,
Immersed!
In my own Den of Feelings…