the earth turns under my bare feet
the people revolve on a wheel
twirling as if i am still, a spoke
i often don’t understand them
their quirky concerns seem common sense to me
i wonder who caged them so
i seem so alien in my freedoms
they mistake it for unclean
that what i find holy they name heresy
i watch them freeze in the stage of greedy children
mired down in straps of misery
the yokes they cannot see
their own hands locking the pins
when they should be playful full of wonderment
and sharing in all their abundance
instead of finding their depths
they trifle and fight over position and appearance
they slay the brave
and only recognize their heroes too late
long after nailing the blame
we are mirrors of god and each other
the Superconsciousness
not some individual but the mechanism whole
they have ever denied me
and often disappointed
no matter how much love i give them
and like a happy Fool
i know—oh—i know—
they will ostracize me
for living as i believe
they will try to take everything from me
out of jealousy fear and shame
unable to admit
i have found
what they all crave
i will be misunderstood
they will tack a new stigma on
and with head held high
this phoenix will emerge again and again
from her namesake ashes
to fighting and if i walk this path alone
SoulFather Hades prepared me well for it
–i reach for the pomegranate–
©️ 2007
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 