To Unbreak the Broken

At the point
Of breaking
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.
My breaking
Halts
I fall
To my knees.
It is here
The earth
Beneath
My bruised legs
It is here
Face buried
In bloodied hands
It is here
That I decide
To unbreak
The broken
Inside
This self.
It is here
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.

THE EGO ROPE

The ego rope
Around my throat
Chokes
Epiphany
From my tongue.
The ego rope
Sedates
The mind
Proverbial hindrance
That causes
Us
To align
With
This or That
It matters not
Which side
When sides
Are fictitious
Lines.
Thus,
The 'I'
Today
Must decide
To cut that rope
To shred that rope.
Lest
The 'I'
Remain
Inside
Lines of demise
And disguise
Unrealized.
Lest
The 'I'
Remain
Aligned
With
Lies.

Broken Bricks

She births
Vision
Unleashing certitude
New sight
Former formidable
Fortresses
Crumble--
Broken bricks
At her feet.
In this waking
All that was
Falls apart.
Former fallacious
Fears
Implode--
Broken bricks
At her feet.
A myriad
Of realities
Coalesce
Some regress
Some evaporate
Most meld.
This vision;
This birth.
In this waking
All that was
Falls apart--
Broken bricks
At her feet.