My Only Prayer Poem by Blake Nox Gama

No elaborate words in a crafty, degrading sentence.
No half-hearted pleas, liquid fear in our veins, the mortal grievance
Of being alive. No chains around my feet, no bondage in my mind,
No begging forgiveness for uncommitted crimes, like you designed.

I will walk, and I walk slow, amidst sunbathed alleys and rain
The wind caressing my face, crossing uncharted paths. Let me sing
And rhyme words, count the stars, taste mead and no disdain
Shall ever know my name. Constellations know me as a king.

Heresy is when you try to cover my eyes, blasphemy is your desire
To stain my dreams. Cursed are the ones who knowingly hurt my entire
Being. I will dream with my whole soul, I will love with all my heart
I will dare to feel bliss, I will dare to feel alive and I will live my life like art.

And no prayer I shall ever utter. If the only prayer I ever mutter
is a song, if my only prayer is a smile— then there's no need at all for a prayer.