Daughter of the King

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True colours are seen

When you let the Light shine through;

Royalty bleeds blue

Outside the Lines

purple smokebush autumn

 

O bloodied branch, femoral

artery feeding lusty

lies, if self is emptied out

(radical transfusion), might

your stump become a tree of

Life for me? Might skin, peeling,

bare veins which would bleed, not for

egocentric comforts or

satisfaction in single

dose, but multiplied networks,

capillaries of comfort

and compassion? Let leeches

drain decomposition, let

radical revolution

leak Love radically spilled,

in living outside the lines.

Visionary

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Delicate, yes.

Weak, no –

veins that bleed

for the world to see

hold volumes, streams,

encompass galaxies

and implode with atoms,

redefine strength

by tracing survival

by heart

in colours too true

to be seen

unless by naked eyes.

 

Following Suit

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What makes you

dare to bloom after

one day of

sunshine

when you’ve been

in prison for

so long?

Will you bottle

whatever runs in

audacity’s veins

so I

may follow

 suit?

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding heart, who cut fair vein, and left you here to bleed?

Who plied the knife to wounding’s drain, through heinous, depraved deed?

Who dropped the ball, who left their post, that villain access gained?

Why are you gutted by the ghost whose hands with guilt are stained?

How came your fragile lonely heart to hang on futile sleeve?

Who plucked it down with loathsome dart and tore your make-believe?

Where will you turn, where will you find the comfort that you crave?

O bleeding heart, there is One kind, Whose strength can make you brave.

Veins

Your x-ray vision uncovers my veins,

The places where the bleeding remains;

My secrets are naked, open to view,

Transparency letting  sunlight through

As closets are emptied and cupboards groomed.

Without all the garbage, there might be room

To unpack myself, grow into my veins,

Discover, exhume my soul’s dead remains.