War Of Prayers Poem by JAY WALK

Above all,
this heart won't ask
forgiveness
for it was houses(and the ones within): not bridges
(I burnt them all) .

But the ink
these lungs cough does not
await the judgement
of gold-rimmed words,
which resurrect ponders
of your existence
and ridicule them as catechisms
of a heart wandered
beyond rubicon(i fear my sanity) .


Because deep;
(still) seated under the nevus
of a thirteen year old,
the Lion carries the cross.


And if we ever meet
in yondered memoirs of time;
where dreams of divine madness are set free without prerequisitions
of torn prayer flags;
I hope that
you will remember
my spirit.


For until then
my God has a lot to answer and
my rebellion will continue,
Until he does.