flawed by design

 
seen as a flaw it hurts
a zig in the pattern and turn
you desired a straight line
you got a kaleidoscope for design instead
if not for that one little zag
the burst of color you now have would be voided

ultimate planning and preparation
you fooled even me
I love thrillers and I'm thrilled to finally meet the true you
and yet downcast
take the lion share of popularity
you are the man after all

while the women play a silent violin
for the anti hero
I wonder after the nature of the first womb
that bore your immortal sons and daughter into being

is she yet shunned?

I hear her through the eternities
shifting quietly like a lady would
her tears fill my loving cup
and I wonder after her true nature

that cold castle in the sky
where all the light I saw was you
I have no memory of her

the First Her

her blood is flowing through the years
through the sea of forgetfulness
where she stirs no more