Sharks in Heaven by cagewench
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Climbing down from the crucifix I refuse to be Christ and I crush the crown of thorns underfoot
You may not anoint me neither worship me, nor mourn me just let me live as I choose for freedom of choice is a gift that should never be withheld
My tears are blood giving sustenance to the flowers that sprout in the earth where they fall as I bleed for the world, against my will
God is a vampire feeding on our prayers living vicariously through our lives and I am His child
Drink my life I offer you my heart's blood I will heal those most intimately betrayed I will return your innocence I will punish your abusers by gifting them with understanding of your suffering at their hands
Offer me your pain give me your sex purge your fears realize your dreams I will take all evil from you and baptize you anew but I refuse to be Christ
I will suffer with you, not in place of you you may not pray to me, deceive me or falsify me I chose to love the world and believe in people &, sometimes, I am overwhelmed, confused & afraid because I am only who I am, a child of man _____________________________________________ This is another of my older poems. Though while about to re-post I thought that perhaps there are some things I would change if I were writing this now... If you have a preference, I'd love to know in your comments :> Cara-Mae Found the photo via Google and it is Copyright 1999 to Amos Nachoum and I hope they don't mind me using it :) ______________________________________________ Sharks in Heaven (redux 2004) In a frenzy of blood I am undone licking my wounds sealing them with saliva watching the blood congeal after feeding from myself so many facets, seeking sustenance and, as the essence, I am the chub
Climbing down from the crucifix I refuse to be Christ and I crush the crown of thorns underfoot
You may not anoint me neither worship me, nor mourn me just let me live, let me simply be whomever I choose for freedom of choice is a gift that should never be withheld or denied, no matter what the cost
My tears are blood for blood is life feeding Mother Earth, impregnating Her flowers sprout in the earth as I bleed for the world, against my will and as I bleed for myself as the moon dicates
If there is a God, He is a vampire feeding on our prayers, on our souls living vicariously through us, even given life by His so-called children If He were our universal Father, shouldn't he, wouldn't he -- protect us?
Drink my life I will offer you my heart's blood I will heal those most intimately betrayed I will return your innocence I will punish your abusers by gifting them with understanding of your suffering at their hands
Offer me your pain give me your sex purge your fears realize your dreams I will take all evil from you and baptize you anew but I refuse to be Christ
I will suffer with you, not in place of you you may not pray to me, deceive me or falsify me I chose to love the world and believe in people &, sometimes, I am overwhelmed, confused & afraid because I am only who I am a mortal child of humans
Comments (10)
Lissa_lei
So hard to choose Cara-Mae, they both have their own beuty, I read each one 2 times, and I love them both, You have such a talent for words and feelings. Eccelent *V Lina
cagewench
thank you :)
netsia
Cara are excellent, just the second is the perspective of raising a child and maturing....once you have a child you become the mama bear and emotion is so much more intense. :)
TallPockets
Superb work. V o t e.
cagewench
Thanks you guys :)
IgnisSerpentus
Ahhh so youre a writer.... very awesome work... and so my style too. I used to write, but alas... my muse left me (that harlot!) Its ok tho... Im meant to do art instead. And my art muse never leaves.
cagewench
Thank you :) My muse comes and goes too ;)
classyladytwo
wonderful so very deep and gives a lot to think about wonderful writting I'd say it comes from within *V
IndigoSplash
The second one paints a clearer picture for me I think. Although, I like both either way. Rightly or wrongly, the first one felt a little more resentful while the second felt like an acceptance of fate. Those were just first impressions and I'm sure if I read them several times, the feelings conjured would change with each reading. My favorite part is "My tears are blood giving sustenance...living vicariously through our lives and I am His child". I totally relate to the bewilderment surrounding the suffering of life that at times seems endless. The age old question of "why?" Your words are touching. Nice job. :)
cagewench
I don't know why I didn't get notification of your commenr IndigoSplash, but thank you :)