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Birth of a Star

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My inspiration for the following poem is a quote from Friedrich Nietzsche which says, “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a star.”

Just Me 28

Chaos!

Within me
A blessed light has pierced the
Flesh of a heart which houses a delicate soul

Cracks form
Unholy fissures that sever and wound
The Illumination that cries outward to weep

Snap!

I’m disfigured
As my back violently arches
Till tips of tainted hair kiss the damp Earth

Beams spring
From radiance in the core of my chest
Nothing now but broken sternum in a weak body

I scream!

Silence becomes
The warrior’s shuddering plea
As chaos overwhelms my quivering soul

Jaw slacks
As vibrations echo through my throat
Producing ripples in time and space and chilled air

Consumed!

Passion and
 Purity and Redemption devour all
That I am and can feel and ever hope to know

Brilliance forms
A devoted creation whose
Wide eyes bare witness to visions of Chaos’ goal

My destiny!

Darkness flees
As particle waves shatter my body
Producing the embodiment of all passions

I am
An awaited prophesy
Of a reborn cosmic Entity

A star!

©2014 Rachel Karp

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Prophetic Metaphor? – A Poem

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cardinal

Adorned in the colors of a bleeding moon at dusk
A little Cardinal flew down from heaven’s garden
Alighting upon my head to build a nest inside my curls
Sweet songs did he chirp that gave me immense pleasure
Concerning all the beautiful gifts awaiting those with
Purest hearts and innocent perspectives
He sang of flourishing gardens and water so clear
The fish would be fat and hearty and thick inside the streams
Fruit would be abundant and fill bellies everywhere
Till one day my birdie changed his tune as
Darkness came to haunt the Earth
Slithering from beneath the cracked foundations
To torment those too weak to defend against temptations
His prophesies turned murky and tainted with disease
And before I even saw the Truth with my own shadowed eyes
The Cardinal sang to me of silent days when ash will cover all
Making mud with the blood of innocents and those unclean
Evil men will destroy our world before they’re eaten whole
Devoured by the demons who they’ve foolishly let loose
Destruction is seen as the color red all because greedy men
Could not control their ravenous intentions to snatch
Beauty from the world and hold it in their pockets
As silver and gold and midnight pearls and
Lumps of coal not yet turned to diamonds

©2014 Rachel Karp