Lies Laid Bare

Lies laid bare
the spell was broken.
Wounded and Liberated
Incongruent

the Ego, a rabid dog
scampers and digs
for reasons to flagellate
and fester in sticky resentment
the script, familiar 
and falsely empowering;

the Spirit
knows liberation and peace
Freedom from polluting pheromones
and bestial desires
bent in award repose.

Asherah Reborn

You didn't spring from his loins
you sprang on them
seeking the other half
of the source
of divinity
with the enthusiasm of a bacchanalian novice
a pagan priestess
met with iron and wood
honeysuckle in the moonlight
till the sun rose
on the long night
and covenants like stars
fell far and brightly