Love Poem: The Prodigal Son!?
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Written by: John Rhinem

The Prodigal Son!?

And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness

Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself....

A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of my heart

To oppress and repress, within these guises of its warmth and love!?

For a few years now I have faced this siege it seems

Relentless within its assault; as it entrapped me within its enthralling snares

Amid, these cyber space affairs....

Carnals descentuous desires, coursing through the chambers of ones mind

To encumber the moments of it all; this winding maze of megrims melange

The reasons why I came!? And the reasons why I am here?!

Burning edges of this portrait; solstice melting amongst the fire

This refining within the furnace, of a copper coloured gold

Liquidized, and now pouring from my sediment covered lashes....

For here I have arrived beyond the gates, at sapients spired Cathedral

To wash them from the purified vascular vases; cleansings at Saint Valentines!

Standing before "The Father," within these absolute professions of truth ~

A spirit beseeched between, the seculars realms of want and need

In through the slanted door, wherein my steps once more, took, the twisted turn....

When shall I know? And when shall they learn?

Onshore land mines, which must forever be navigated throughout this life

Blind to their presence; these bemusing crossbows of befuddled night?!

Recipience, how you betray me; like an enemies sword thrust into my side

Gushing these endless rivers of lapillus' lavender....

Mingled within my very own bereaving blood

Seeping, from the virtuous veins of this unseen soul!?

Placing it all upon the ground again, as I must turn to walk away

Unto the vestige of understanding; drawing these "Holy Vesting Waters" ~

Into the sapphirine chalice, once bearing its wine....

To splash into this befoged visions, obscurities plastered shut

That they may crumble into pieces like frozen epizoons of dust, as, I fall upon my knees

"What is it that you desire that I should do for you?," He asked

Before spitting into my eyes, "This Breath, of 'Light!'" ~

Placing His hand tenderly within my own, and leading me quietly unto the side

"Welcome home," He smiled, "but I have been with you all of the time"

While as He gently and lovingly wiped, the mud, from my blurried sight....

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The Prodigal Son!?