My Soul Cries For Her

by FTS Miles   Feb 25, 2005


My soul cries for her,
Years eroded to ages
Searing blind the nurturing eye,
Offering but a crude vision
Utterly focused in violence,
Layered in physical strength,
Committed to the culture of greed,
Reveling in a hierarchy of hunter cunning
Instead of the diligent wisdom of earth,
Evoking rigid, brutal paternitas,
Sublimating the divine feminine
For the sake of vengeful sky god,
Orchestrating an aberrative lie by
Relegating to serpentine evil and sin
Her wisdom, guidance, and nobility,
Ending thereby all possibility for the true
Renaissance and salvation of our souls.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Neither do I know, I realized I may as well mention while I'm here...that the subject matter is not so important to understand to me, as it is to be able to come to my own conclusion.
    However, to know is just as satisfying and ripe for my own, personal imagination *smiles*.

  • 19 years ago

    by ├Truely_Spoken┤

    Very vivid discription , niiiiice, check out some of mine when u get the chance.

  • 19 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    I could truly lose myself in this peice. I cannot say for how long I would remain so...since time is relative when you're having fun or even unaware thence becoming petty to explain....
    For indulging in words wrought from a common abstract. To run into someone who might discover "a feeling's" geometry is awe inspiring, and definitely worth my bad grammer as I write this ;).

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Oh, and I suppose I should add that this is an acrostic. I keep running into that being mentioned in the title but I feel odd about such things. After all, aren't those the sort of things to be either caught or not caught by readers?

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Pinkalias: quite honestly, while I'm agnostic and don't particularly believe in some sort of anthropomorphic deity, I definitely enjoy more the idea of a Goddess than a God. Personally, I don't understand why any heterosexual man would want it any other way! ;)

    All jesting aside, more so I simply feel that a balance of so-called "feminine" and "masculine" qualities, values, and strengths is far better than the patriarchalism we've been dishing out world-wide for the last few thousand years. That balance was completely disrupted long ago and is perhaps only now beginning to be rectified.

    But because of all that time spent in disharmony, I think we as humanity have been injured--even maimed--spiritually, intellectually, and emotionally. And that's what this poem is about.

    Hope that answered your question....