Some kind of Shawshank escape
together with a cross

Some kind of spiritual op
with a resurrected stone foundation block

Little to say
in the patience and faith of the saints

The Beatles asked me
how does it feel to be
one of the beautiful people?

They said
"Baby you're a rich man"

But at least I didn't keep the plagues
in a big brown bag
inside a zoo

The plagues have long been around
and now through the cross' exchange
as a witness
I have overcome

One was worthy to open the seals
and now all who overcome may divide the spoils

The plagues went up and over me
oustide my inner still small foundation

They worked a far better weight
a glory
as Jesus partook of the Father's wrath and separation

Take a deep breath
this worn body
and raped body
of mine has come to an end
and that which was not mine
the possessor has returned
the possessor of Christ

Take a deep breath

Slave to that which I witness
free only in the Spiritual life
see the markings on my hands and feet
where now you can see my eyes

Witness to what I am doing

Through the mirrors in my eyes
I see myself through the world around me
as it gazes in each and every view
And I watch as only I can see myself
and as I am alone
and yet known

I watch

I do have a little seven year old girl
who could wrap me around her finger
without being naive
yet there is one thing
I have a while to see in her
which won't come about

Is it too much to ask
to treat me unique
and not like some statistic
from some test
and some study
in which you gained a percentage
based on people who aren't even like me

Tried to commit suicide twice
both times I had been on psyche meds
for over a year
and tried to kill myself
with said meds
and I'm more than over everything
this 27th year

I like to keep my body clean, strong, and healthy
and I'll tell you another thing
I am the survival of the fittest
having had victory
over being one of the worst diagnoses
being schizoaffective

Ten thousand days
will never be enough for the fire
that burns within me
like a tested shrive
that comfortably turns the stomach
in a shrively bunch
where visuals ascend
and the mind bends

Seeping
my spirit person avails
the dark and spiny place
calls my flesh home

Home within an alien form
I am just beginning to call my own

The Spirit changes me
exchanges my Hell and Death

The lines of sex
and the sex of lines
create

Drowning in rainbows
rather, pulsating
with life's breath

A dawn escapes
in a dominion of happenings
where divine love is drawing

Soften me
with a temperment
align me
with a haunt

I shake the collective dust off
as I pull myself aware
into a discovered weather
turning a mattered head
with or without loss