artistry

ignorance is Saint Ignacius a bloodied path
climbing the high road is futility
knowledge seekers beware it is powerful to behold Him
arrange intelligence and keen it might require your mired soul

loveless and painful release is the gathering of the keys
interrupting innocence has taken its toll
furthering your understanding while draining your core

ascending in understanding then leaving my senses in the underworld
endless space, endless dimensions
hurtful honesty needs something steady beneath her feet
combining forces of essence
we collect the sorrowful truth of our faith

To understanding, we must open our innermost eyes
a dimensional rift the ferryman must be paid
two copper coins forged in the earth's tomb
she must have growing room

eternal misfits the river of life flows through every molecule
even the dark matter of a cold nucleus
dwells our Father if one of us through time and space is nicked
so are we all, time has no end

learning from the first artist Jehova
he never gives up on anyone
His genius is separated from his heavy dark, his madness
this he had to conquer before a light star, the sun could be formed

there is life even in the dank abyss
if you think our Father is comfortably numb
your thinking is amiss

he loves his congregation of every creed color, class, and belief
they will never ascend or descend they are for praise and hope
their minds are veiled and they remain innocent
from the beginning to this day
they are his wife they have not suffered in vain

some wear invisible chains
this is not their first life
these are of the nature of his first attempt at companionship
our Father in his early understanding and desire
taught them too much and some among them rose against Him

like a fledgling artist frustrated
his vision half-realized
was not manifest as he hoped
in a Tyranical rage, he decimated their likeness
and locked them out

then started anew with fresh ideas and dreams
for those that great things are revealed
great things are expected

he tells me secrets of the early formations
and insists I write and paint every day
so I may understand the precepts he teaches

being of His DNA sequence
He warns be patient with my artistry
madness is part of my genius
be chaste of vision
and before you throw away something you have labored into being
walk away from it and give it patience
foundations must first be set for a work of art to glow