Empyrean Coronation

 And I fell into the deep dreamless sleep of death's kiss,
 Spinning through a tunnel, letting go of all I held,
 To wash upon the shores of a vast porcelain ocean
 Where my guide alighted a golden stairway upward
 Through clouds bulbous in stormy surrender,
 Parting the heavens in sweet rapture to recall
 The mosaic memories of a life complete,
 Welcomed by all I shared in love.

 And I saw her smiling there in my soul group,
 Waiting for me in a blue dress glittered
 By pixie dust sparkling off wings of magic
 That levitated her beyond purgatory,
 Through the Gates rimmed by banana pancakes,
 A marine angel inside a glassy orb, 
 Inviting me to examine the paths we took,
 The projects we completed,
 The dreams we left unrealized.

 And they were all blonde cherubs
 Who opened my eyes to the lessons,
 The lives that end but the soul that never does,
 All in care of the Empress,
 Manifestation of my guide,
 Who sits on her vaginal terrace
 Atop the phallic tower,
 She who protected me in the life I left,
 The life of -----.

 -----, -----, there will never be another,
 But the soul lives on, morphing to greatness
 Through each incarnation's matrix
 To solve all the riddles before finally earning
 Divine honor atop the Samsaran pyramid
 Beyond the self, beyond soulmates and past lives,
 To an Empyrean coronation of unity,
 Certified by the permanent desire to help.

 And that's when I was taken to the secret planet
 To practice creating life, new life,
 For new worlds imagined, in the universe of my own
 That will begin when I attain ultimate peace,
 Compassion and understanding,
 To start a new chain of beings
 Fractured by a Bang, into pieces of me.

Berzerker Amnesia

 Like some godforsaken Norse creature
 Put in trance by a rage that erupted
 From dormant trauma under the mother's craton,
 I would smash the faces of my parents
 All three of them who sabotaged me,
 Left my heart to sour, forsaken on a magma cross,
 A three-faced Hydra blowing fireballs at me
 From a top a broken faultline of despair.
 And they will hear my voice when the night is through,
 Screaming through cherubic libraries that cherish wisdom,
 All the way to their empty caverns
 Where all they have are the riches mined
 At my expense, when I found out I was only conceived
 Because they needed someone to love them,
 To be their therapist, to nurture their egos,
 To forgive their responsibilities,
 To emotionally support every tragic earthquake.
 To save them, to offer martyrdom
 Upon the cold terraces of obsidian
 Glazed by alexandrite tears

 That a life of confusion
 Domesticated from the abuse of a good soul.
 Sometimes I wish I had amnesia,
 The only power to erase them,
 A supernatural brain freeze reflecting
 Off the bifrost leading to Asgaard,
 Through the fiery temples of dispossessed thoughts,
 Then on to the golden cradle of Valhalla,
 Where I can start again.

Pythagorean Forest

 The tree trunks are made of squares
 Crowned by triangle's obtuse,
 Equal, isosceles and acute,
 Forking branches through space-time,
 Iterated to oblivion,
 Where the endless twigs bear fruit.
 It's the same structure as spirit,
 Each of us bearing a different
 Cast of angles, sides, reflections,
 Nuanced eccentricity of the square root
 Leading the soul as climber
 To nested apples atop creation,
 Glittering orbs adorning the canopy
 In unique patterns of tribulation.
 The soul climbs, each iteration
 A higher vibration, a new dimension,
 Vast orchestration billowing suspension,
 Cosmic fractals of personification
 Shaping the elevation of trees to perfection,
 Growing incarnations in God's imagination.