FORGET YOUR NAME

Before the me-game came to make insane
There was you, two ways made same, laid in lines to collide, drive
Not to divide, make asides, astride in competitive races
You now, the opponent, you set me in mind, the kind of conception that’s about sides
You’re making for the line, to finish before, to draw it between us as permanent
We two, twined, tangled, twisted into unity, fashioned, forged, framed
Trimmed, primed to prose-like praise of the thing marked as Divinely formed
Strings thronged together, with
beads that are seeds of our love
Deeds of eyes that meet, that sit on seats stitched by sacrifice sweet, swiftly inspired
Ignited as fire, aflame, glowing brightly for us to see, to enjoy, to be warmed by
They’re doused, by aroused rains seeded by clouds of discord
They’re gone, done away with, replaced by gaping spaces and frowning faces
And by ambitious, broken hearts

Its the turn into yourself, inwards, inroads into the soul carved out
Marked out, shutting me out, cutting me off, making me mad, marring my dreams
Making memories nightmares, when they stick their barbs, sharp stiffened stilts jutting out
Sticking through from pierced soul, up pointing, wanting nothing
Wanting, not for the times when our names meant mimes from clans, perhaps claps for great wishes, riches
No, speaking, yes, for wounds, brooding, breeding lethal brands of thought, bad blood
Because you found a name you’d rather keep, than keep me close to you

Forget the thing that stings our skins, that hangs on our sleeves, as irritant
Forget the self that serves to stop surrender to the loving other
Forget the aim to raise shoulders for pomp, plump up for vain aplomb
Forget death, the void within you find with the mist that’s self actualization
Let the myth die, live life with us, your beloved,
Let life be fly, soaring sacrifice of each one for everyone of us
Let us be true, let love rule, let our name be “all one for Him”.

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5 thoughts on “FORGET YOUR NAME

  1. Niel Quchi says:

    Its beautiful… But Alexander, you’re getting better at bottling people’s attention. Here’s some unsolicited advice someone gave me once, ‘If your own work doesn’t work on you…’

    Am sure you get the point. Great mix of words though…

    You’re getting better at being the excellent Wordsmith you really are.

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