Judgement Day

The untangible abstract transmissions
of good and evil are emitted
by the lounging silver-plated flute
vibrating off the heavy-handed bronzen gong,
unknotting their unprecise twisted ravelings..
The opaque unknown-shadow forces
face off on spiritual battlegrounds for the bounty of our uncaptured
souls
We are both the undisputed prize and the uncontested casualty
that invisible warring always brings
In our naivete' we let our shielded guard down
Quietly unassuming, as we forget to smell the valued granduer of the
day

The vipered visage of Lucifer,
that old snake-in-the grass
cropped up as a good ole southern
redneck boy, a gentle-natured man
His manner and demeanor judged
uprighteous and upstanding
as a highly regarded member of the church
and the neighborhood which surrounded me
He was given utmost faith and unearned trust
by the local civic community

I took him up on his gracious offer
of a late summer afternoon's visit
He asked to let him show me
round the blooming garden grounds
It wasn't the sweet-scented flowered landscape
I was deemed to see,
but the rotten coffee grounds in the compost heap
of his sacrilegious life
Demented desecration
in his thieving violation,
horrors in the waiting just for me
Only problem is I have no concrete memories
No real details of what was said or done

I was the delicate December Rose
Wide-eyed innocent at the tender age of seventeen
Immune to the world at large
and it's full-blown pretentious ways
He destroyed the person I was meant to be
With his raping outright lust

I searched my profaned primal soul for a relevant release
from primeval pain and profound misery
But living in gregarious denial
brought no footloose satisfaction
to the deepseated longings, handpicked
yearnings of my tortured heart and soul

In years of prolonged strife I lived
among the prickly scarring thorns,
vile in wrongful choices
a bitter pill upon my tongue

A recent introduction acquainted me
with a clearcut first experience
a foretaste on the straight and narrow pathway
to that proverbial self-respecting place called sanity
Relinquishing my firmly planted burdens
Finding liberation, no more damning
overt obligations of discouragement and hopelessness

I'm honored to wear the laureled garland wreath
proudly presented by my dearest friend
who stands head and shoulders far above the rest
because he was the first to tell me
I was truly gifted,
mightily blessed in overcoming hellish circumstance
as I write my clutching tomes of free-versed poetry