My Human

My Human is Heavy –

my Human Skin

my Human Heart

the Innate Stardust

encapsulated within my Human

forged in Nuclear Fusion

perpetually bursting itself Apart.

My Human is Art – I Hope –

I Hope against the Destruction

my Species has Wrought

against the passing of Greed

that plagues generational curses

perpetuating ignorantly.

My Human belongs – I Hope –

oftentimes Hope is all that I have got

though – it is not all that I want

I want To Know –

to know that my Human belongs

amidst Mass Deforestation

Tyranny enslaving entire nations

A Warming Climate

The Sixth Mass Extinction.

It is hard to feel that I Belong

when so much is wrong –

or right and I just don’t know it

perhaps the Earth holds some Greater Mystery

and She simply isn’t all too eager on showing it.

My Human doesn’t Know –

what comprises a Human's Soul –

where is it that we all appear so in a Hurry to go.

My Human cannot stop asking Why –

Why some Suffer while others Thrive

Why so many are merely just getting by.

My Human is Alive –

She screams in Agony – In Ecstasy

She rages against the dying of Her Own Light

Belligerent in Her searching for Truth – For the Right

the Bones of Her passing

the secrets within Her Ancient Rites

scattered upon doorways

Pathways of Knowing.

My Human is Wholesome –

Unholy and Whoreish

At Peace with Her Darkness

Comfortable in Her Light –

A Totality of Recognition

A Singularity of Life – Death – Destruction

An Embodiment of Gaia

An Ambassador for Satan.

My Human Hands are Stained,

its Heart is tainted

this Belly is bloated

Fertile with Kundalini – Our Fire is Sacred.

My Human perseveres,

amidst the Tears of Innocence

upon the Final Breath of Tyrants

within the Remnants of the Ancients.

My Human is Heavy –

my Human Skin

my Human Heart .