Dark Inheritance

My inheritance…
Their generational sins,
mouth and hands alike.

Darkness seeps through me,
cracks in my subconsciousness,
dark energy’s Wombs.

My words, actions, are
in ways just like my father’s,
just like my mother’s.

The bedrock walls of
my mind turn to ashes; I
cross the veil as One.

A tri-braided cord:
Trifecta of love, God, us –
a gift from heaven.

We swallow, it binds.
Devour bitter, little scrolls,
forbidden knowledge.

Dark puppet strings pop:
severed from our mind-hearts; we
take up wings and fly.

-theothersid3

The New Beginning

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I became married to my beautiful wife a few months ago. The all-encompassing, loving force she has on my naked self is stronger than gravity. I mean my dreams, my mind-heart, my spirit, my soul, my strength.

There have been many shifts in me since I met her. She helps me see the path to my dreams more clearly, we quench our thirsty mind-hearts together, she provides joy to my spirit, invites God into our lives and relationship, and takes care of me to keep my strength up.

Bipolar I is now a small burden to deal with. Instead, life is sprouting from those decomposed wounds of the past, and bipolar now acts as an inspiration of many great potentials. Inspirations in my daily life, my worldview, and my outlook for the rest of my life.

My wife and I have committed to write the books of our lives together till death do us part. If there is a way to follow her into the dark, I will without a doubt.

With each other, we can proceed to the next contexts of life and enjoy each moment. Together.

-theothersid3

 

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