A Little Piece of ISIS Within Me
They say before you are born
Into this world
You choose yourself,
What you may be dealt in life
Who you may become
What you may finish,
And that is your destiny
If you conquer it.
This last timed event
They took away her soul
Within me,
ISIS. VIRAGO ETERNALLY.
Yet they left a little piece of her
Within me
In case I might conquer my destiny.
Isis sees through my eyes,
And the hurt of the world
Is within her soul.
She is a warrior, a lover, a maker of treaties,
And I - a seat to her pain,
A partaker in her midst,
Alive with understanding and confusion
About my destiny
Within it all.
She takes off the covering
Before my eyes
And fills my mind with understanding,
And my spirit swells.
The demons swoon down
And I mingle with them and offer healing.
The dark warrior in my midst...
My hand touches his chest
And the pain bounces through my heart
And he feels better
The dirtiness and darkness tenses me,
I tightly hold onto
All his responsibilities for justice
And offer him my hand in friendship.
Later his darkness will fade
From my heart
And the evil will melt away,
That is how we finish things —
Isis and I.
We catch stories, data, facts —
Blowing in the wind, our way,
Isis and I tell of it at risk,
Our music resounds among the trees,
To the neighbors,
Through the world-wide webs,
To the Masons, and Illuminati,
To the nations and their military intel,
To the have-nots and the commoners,
To the industrious,
To the friend and to the foe,
To the mafia and the royalties,
To the pope.
In reaction,
Everyone is dismayed
And upset
And riled up.
They spit on her and I.
We are out of control, reckless again,
They say, "From ashes Isis and I came,
To ashes shall we return."
And so the warrior went to war
And the lover made love
The treaties were signed — whatever they were,
And I — seated in great pain
A partaker in the midst
Alive with understanding and confusion
About my destiny
Within it all,
Decided
To let go of any particular outcome.
So they whisper in my ear now
Certain things.
"This is your destiny."
"Some say you made a royal mess of it
But you were born a healer
And you healed",
And they say,
"You always want to hear that the world is going to be ok
But that is not true.
The world hurts."
But also, what I need to hear they finally say to me
“Your service to something greater is nicely arranged.
Like a house is arranged to look a certain way
And it looks nice."
So the little piece of Isis
That is within me
Is integrated,
My shadow-past of confusion
Has been set aside for wakefulness,
My lover life
And those that I love
Are alive within me
And beside me,
And while I tempted the gods
To punish me
Or do away with me
They have gifted me
Deliverance
And allowed for me
To have peace,
Because we all believe in something greater.
Whether the warrior
Isis
Will arise again within me
Is unknown,
For it may be my fate
To dare or offend,
For or against such action.
So the little piece of her
Is silent for now,
Silence!
For now life is common again
And the music has faded.
Into this world
You choose yourself,
What you may be dealt in life
Who you may become
What you may finish,
And that is your destiny
If you conquer it.
This last timed event
They took away her soul
Within me,
ISIS. VIRAGO ETERNALLY.
Yet they left a little piece of her
Within me
In case I might conquer my destiny.
Isis sees through my eyes,
And the hurt of the world
Is within her soul.
She is a warrior, a lover, a maker of treaties,
And I - a seat to her pain,
A partaker in her midst,
Alive with understanding and confusion
About my destiny
Within it all.
She takes off the covering
Before my eyes
And fills my mind with understanding,
And my spirit swells.
The demons swoon down
And I mingle with them and offer healing.
The dark warrior in my midst...
My hand touches his chest
And the pain bounces through my heart
And he feels better
The dirtiness and darkness tenses me,
I tightly hold onto
All his responsibilities for justice
And offer him my hand in friendship.
Later his darkness will fade
From my heart
And the evil will melt away,
That is how we finish things —
Isis and I.
We catch stories, data, facts —
Blowing in the wind, our way,
Isis and I tell of it at risk,
Our music resounds among the trees,
To the neighbors,
Through the world-wide webs,
To the Masons, and Illuminati,
To the nations and their military intel,
To the have-nots and the commoners,
To the industrious,
To the friend and to the foe,
To the mafia and the royalties,
To the pope.
In reaction,
Everyone is dismayed
And upset
And riled up.
They spit on her and I.
We are out of control, reckless again,
They say, "From ashes Isis and I came,
To ashes shall we return."
And so the warrior went to war
And the lover made love
The treaties were signed — whatever they were,
And I — seated in great pain
A partaker in the midst
Alive with understanding and confusion
About my destiny
Within it all,
Decided
To let go of any particular outcome.
So they whisper in my ear now
Certain things.
"This is your destiny."
"Some say you made a royal mess of it
But you were born a healer
And you healed",
And they say,
"You always want to hear that the world is going to be ok
But that is not true.
The world hurts."
But also, what I need to hear they finally say to me
“Your service to something greater is nicely arranged.
Like a house is arranged to look a certain way
And it looks nice."
So the little piece of Isis
That is within me
Is integrated,
My shadow-past of confusion
Has been set aside for wakefulness,
My lover life
And those that I love
Are alive within me
And beside me,
And while I tempted the gods
To punish me
Or do away with me
They have gifted me
Deliverance
And allowed for me
To have peace,
Because we all believe in something greater.
Whether the warrior
Isis
Will arise again within me
Is unknown,
For it may be my fate
To dare or offend,
For or against such action.
So the little piece of her
Is silent for now,
Silence!
For now life is common again
And the music has faded.