The Humble Rock Dove

On the numerous times i saw it,
I tried to invert your ugly-face.
But it shook its head,
At what remained of the heart,
Said “let me be what I am at”.

I’m still yet, to relate to what i stole,
I let precious little define me,
And with the nothingness, the void,
I found a warm friend inside me.

Will my own little Easter,
Lemme carry a hot, cross bunny?
When people perceive the size compensation,
Will many find it scornfully funny?

If you find me lodged in your memory, uneasy,
Its because of my darkest moment and year,
Two thousand and twenty twelve –
Moving on,

I really have had a life so little,
To beguile a shrinking heart of that year.
A few days ago, you worked it out,
Now with a little (standard) filtration,
I beam from ear, to inner ear.

If this prayer reaches you, and I hope it does,
If you find me in mind,
I’m the same old me,
But without the bleakest void in the umbra,
Of, honestly, what I let be in me.

Twenty twelve is now free,
Twenty twelve is now free.

You did better than i could’ve hoped, for me,
You live a life away from my view, doing you!
I hope my happiness is a sign,
I burn totally with adoration,
The sign of it’s smile, is you.

It’s not for you, it’s yours,
The astral water hums,
To carry you your rightful joy,
Whatever way you need it,
To catch you off guard,
When it expects you least,
Or when your expectations,
Are found and exceeded.

Vengeance, freedom, hatred, slave and free.
I hope you find good in the harmonic filtered bliss,
In the wreckage of saints, perceive and be harmony.