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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Seven States of Consciousness



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The Heretic

And so do I renounce my faith,
Consigned to wander all my days,
Abstaining forever from the sacraments
that are woman.
Neither shall I recant or confess.
I will never seek to enter the Holy Place
Or exchange the kiss of peace again.
Alone, I shall worship none;
No priestess will hear my sweet confession,
For I was in love with Love,
And He has been unkind to me.

(This piece was originally publish in the 2005 issue of The Traveler, where it was awarded Honorable Mention in Poetry.)

Pirate

Look not at me with daggers,
When you look me in the eye.
My eyes may flare like comets
Beneath this scarlet sky,
But how different is this pirate
From thine own accusing eyes?
Do not point a finger irate
Nor cry hypocritic lies.
I am no worse than you are,
No more bloody black my role.
I may indeed show more scars,
But you hide more in your soul.

(This piece was originally published in the 2004 issue of The Traveler, where it was awarded 2nd Place in Poetry.)

Untitled (Still Life)





This was published in the 2003 issue of "The Traveler," having received 2nd Place in Drawing.