Liberation

We are the divine among the divine

Lion cubs separated from the sheep

Refusing to succumb to the bleating

Somehow buying into the manifold

That we belong to a lesser god.

A different royal sanctum.

I will not bow down to the utterances

The berating and the bashing

My mane will sparkle in multi-colors

In the speckled, the matted, the unshaven

I will speak  and others will listen.

And slowly and softly

On the distant shores

I will find my roar. ..

Periphery

The spineless backbone

Of ignorance and tolerance

Lies waiting in concentric circles.

Empty air tickles an empty ear.

The meddlesome mind lost

Rustling within other's egos.

A yolk distant from the edge.

The sacred heart remains bound

With a slight tear in her eye

A passenger in a propeller

Flounces about

In paralleled frustration

Spinning a whirlwind

Of adhesives and scars.

The third wheel

Wondering when to reclaim

What was rightfully disposed

Remains on the sidelines.