Walk Through Fire

Stop crawling in the shadows, my boy.

It’s time to walk in the flames.

The labyrinthine caverns where you’ve languished,

Fingernails caked with loam and regret, palms calloused from retreat,

Knees scrubbed raw against stone, hair matted with cobwebs of doubt,

Eyes dilated to absorb what little light filters through the cracks;

These hollowed sanctuaries have been your refuge for too many seasons,

Their deceptive silence wrapped around you like a chrysalis of fear,

The cool dampness numbing your senses to the world beyond.

But witness now; vermilion serpents of flame writhe before you,

Each wild, dancing spark a clarion call echoing your forgotten name.

The scorching heat that once made your skin crawl backward

Now pulses with primordial wisdom in your bloodshot, amber eyes,

Reflecting molten truths you can no longer bury beneath practiced excuses,

Their copper-bright intensity illuminating the chambers of your heart.

Yes, the merciless fire will sear your alabaster skin to blistered crimson,

Will char the tender underbelly you’ve protected since childhood,

Will cauterize the weeping wounds you’ve hidden even from yourself,

Will incinerate the collection of borrowed faces you’ve worn to please others

As metamorphosis always demands its exquisite, necessary agony.

From this roaring, white-hot crucible of transformation,

A new form emerges; obsidian-strong, quicksilver-fluid,

Phoenix-bright and forged from the gray, windblown ashes

Of the trembling specter you once believed was all you could be.

The shadows taught you to whisper and collect secrets,

How to fold yourself impossibly small, to become invisible, forgotten.

How to dissolve your edges into darkness, to swallow your own voice,

To measure safety in the distance between yourself and light.

But these relentless flames will teach you to thunder,

To expand beyond the calcified borders of your ancient fears,

To devour what no longer serves the magnitude of your becoming,

To wield the blinding power that has always smoldered within.

One deep, smoke-filled breath that sears your lungs with purpose,

One deliberate step across the scorching threshold that sets your soles ablaze,

Is all it requires to claim this incandescent moment that has always been yours,

This baptism of fire that reveals the gilded truth beneath your ashen skin.

So rise now in your blazing, undeniable authenticity,

Let the inferno illuminate every line and hollow of your transfigured face.

The world has waited eons for what only you can birth from these flames,

For the searing light that cascades from your outstretched, radiant palms,

For the constellation of embers that erupt in your thunderous wake,

For the illuminated path you carve through darkness with each purposeful stride,

As you advance, finally unchained, through the purifying fire

That transforms the boy who crawled into the man who burns and is not consumed.

Essence - The Sacred Alchemy

In midnight’s velvet chambers where limbs interlock like ancient banyan roots seeking earth,

Where each labored breath transforms into whispered incantation and beads of sweat crystallize into droplets of divine elixir,

An arcane In midnight’s velvet chambers where limbs interlock like ancient banyan roots seeking earth,

Where each labored breath transforms into whispered incantation and beads of sweat crystallize into droplets of divine elixir,

An arcane metamorphosis beyond mortal comprehension unfolds in the sacred darkness;

The transmutation of raw essence into preordained destiny, of white-hot pleasure into either luminous power or insidious poison.

The uninitiated wanders through this consecrated landscape with eyes unseeing,

Carelessly spilling liquid starlight; iridescent and pulsing with potential, into vessels of questionable worth and dubious intention,

Surrendering the very nectar that fuels creation’s most profound mysteries,

For fleeting moments that dissipate like morning dew beneath the merciless gaze of an August sun, leaving nothing but hollow memory.

This phosphorescent potion that courses through labyrinthine veins;

This liquid constellation containing billions of nascent universes in microscopic form,

This primal thunderstorm somehow captured and distilled within fragile human architecture,

Surges from unfathomable depths with each shuddering, electric release that arches your spine like lightning seeking ground.

Witness how the very atmosphere shifts its molecular composition after climax’s trembling aftermath,

How shadows either lengthen into ominous silhouettes or recede into gentle darkness depending on your union’s fundamental nature,

How your sixty trillion cells vibrate at frequencies either harmonious or discordant in the sacred pause that follows,

The unmistakable weight of energy either exchanged in sacred reciprocity or depleted in careless consumption.

Some lovers are verdant cathedral gardens, their bodies living sanctuaries of restoration

Where masculine essence, once offered, blooms into redoubled strength and crystalline purpose.

Others are devastatingly beautiful mirages shimmering across barren emotional landscapes,

Where men’s hard-earned vitality evaporates into cloudless skies, leaving nothing but bone-dry exhaustion and bewildering emptiness.

In that suspended moment of complete surrender, entire cosmologies collapse and reform,

The illusory boundary between separate bodies dissolves like Himalayan salt in midnight tears.

Two electromagnetic human fields; complex beyond scientific measurement, merge into one vibrating temple of sensation,

Where souls, not merely bodies, dance beyond the gossamer veil separating flesh from underlying spirit.

Your essence carries encoded memory, ancient wisdom spiraling through DNA’s double helix,

The concentrated potential of a thousand generations who survived against impossible odds.

Each microscopic drop a universe containing galaxies of unrealized possibility,

Each release a decision reverberating with consequences that echo through dimensions visible and unseen.

The ancient kings and warriors; versed in forgotten wisdom, understood this mysterious alchemy,

They approached their unions with the gravity and strategic foresight of master chess players contemplating critical moves,

Knowing that in the crucible of intimate embrace, where vulnerability meets strength,

Futures crystallize from formless potential and destinies intertwine like Celtic knots of fate.

Feel how your mental clarity shifts after careless union with misaligned energies,

How ambition’s once-roaring flame now flickers uncertain in crosswinds of confusion,

How vision once crystal-clear becomes smoke-obscured and indistinct,

The steep price of momentary pleasure purchased with tomorrow’s glory and purpose abandoned.

When feminine energy; complex and potent, enters your auric field’s protective sphere,

It rewrites the subtle quantum architecture of your energetic being with invisible precision,

Her unresolved dreams, her childhood wounds, her unspoken hungers and nocturnal fears

Now whisper through your bloodstream like ghost frequencies intercepted from distant transmissions.

That unexplained melancholy draping heavy across your shoulders at dawn’s first light,

Those recurring thoughts that seem simultaneously yours yet strangely foreign and discordant,

The subtle yet persistent disturbance in your soul’s magnetic north that once guided with certainty,

These are the unmistakable echoes of energetic entanglement that transcends physical separation.

Before crossing the sacred threshold of another’s inner temple; their body a universe unto itself,

Stand in warrior stillness, feet rooted to earth, and interrogate your soul with unflinching honesty:

“Does this vessel truly honor and cherish the divinity contained within my essence?

Will this union forge my spirit stronger in purpose’s purifying flame or diminish my vital force?”

For in that explosive, boundary-dissolving moment when separateness temporarily ceases,

As galaxies collide in spectacular fusion behind closed eyelids trembling with pleasure,

You offer not just physical release but spiritual currency of immeasurable worth,

Life force that could birth empires and monuments sacrificed for momentary bliss that fades by morning light.

The true measure of evolved masculine sovereignty

Lives not in notches symbolically carved on bedposts like primitive trophies,

But in the disciplined, intentional channeling of creative force toward purpose,

The conscious direction of life’s most potent magic toward endeavors worthy of its power.

Guard your essence as ancient emperors guarded sacred wells that sustained entire civilizations,

Share your depths only where worthy exchange awaits with equivalent treasure.

Let each intimate choice reflect a philosopher-king’s wisdom and discernment:

Deliberate, profound, and meticulously aligned with cosmic purpose greater than momentary desire.

In this forgotten brotherhood of conscious union, this ancient lineage of sacred relationship,

Lies transformative power that modern men have tragically abandoned for shallow conquest,

Not dominance achieved through force or manipulation’s hollow victory,

But true mastery attained through sacred reverence for life’s generative force, the spark of creation itself.

 beyond mortal comprehension unfolds in the sacred darkness;

The transmutation of raw essence into preordained destiny, of white-hot pleasure into either luminous power or insidious poison.

The uninitiated wanders through this consecrated landscape with eyes unseeing,

Carelessly spilling liquid starlight; iridescent and pulsing with potential, into vessels of questionable worth and dubious intention,

Surrendering the very nectar that fuels creation’s most profound mysteries,

For fleeting moments that dissipate like morning dew beneath the merciless gaze of an August sun, leaving nothing but hollow memory.

This phosphorescent potion that courses through labyrinthine veins;

This liquid constellation containing billions of nascent universes in microscopic form,

This primal thunderstorm somehow captured and distilled within fragile human architecture,

Surges from unfathomable depths with each shuddering, electric release that arches your spine like lightning seeking ground.

Witness how the very atmosphere shifts its molecular composition after climax’s trembling aftermath,

How shadows either lengthen into ominous silhouettes or recede into gentle darkness depending on your union’s fundamental nature,

How your sixty trillion cells vibrate at frequencies either harmonious or discordant in the sacred pause that follows,

The unmistakable weight of energy either exchanged in sacred reciprocity or depleted in careless consumption.

Some lovers are verdant cathedral gardens, their bodies living sanctuaries of restoration

Where masculine essence, once offered, blooms into redoubled strength and crystalline purpose.

Others are devastatingly beautiful mirages shimmering across barren emotional landscapes,

Where men’s hard-earned vitality evaporates into cloudless skies, leaving nothing but bone-dry exhaustion and bewildering emptiness.

In that suspended moment of complete surrender, entire cosmologies collapse and reform,

The illusory boundary between separate bodies dissolves like Himalayan salt in midnight tears.

Two electromagnetic human fields; complex beyond scientific measurement, merge into one vibrating temple of sensation,

Where souls, not merely bodies, dance beyond the gossamer veil separating flesh from underlying spirit.

Your essence carries encoded memory, ancient wisdom spiraling through DNA’s double helix,

The concentrated potential of a thousand generations who survived against impossible odds.

Each microscopic drop a universe containing galaxies of unrealized possibility,

Each release a decision reverberating with consequences that echo through dimensions visible and unseen.

The ancient kings and warriors; versed in forgotten wisdom, understood this mysterious alchemy,

They approached their unions with the gravity and strategic foresight of master chess players contemplating critical moves,

Knowing that in the crucible of intimate embrace, where vulnerability meets strength,

Futures crystallize from formless potential and destinies intertwine like Celtic knots of fate.

Feel how your mental clarity shifts after careless union with misaligned energies,

How ambition’s once-roaring flame now flickers uncertain in crosswinds of confusion,

How vision once crystal-clear becomes smoke-obscured and indistinct,

The steep price of momentary pleasure purchased with tomorrow’s glory and purpose abandoned.

When feminine energy; complex and potent, enters your auric field’s protective sphere,

It rewrites the subtle quantum architecture of your energetic being with invisible precision,

Her unresolved dreams, her childhood wounds, her unspoken hungers and nocturnal fears

Now whisper through your bloodstream like ghost frequencies intercepted from distant transmissions.

That unexplained melancholy draping heavy across your shoulders at dawn’s first light,

Those recurring thoughts that seem simultaneously yours yet strangely foreign and discordant,

The subtle yet persistent disturbance in your soul’s magnetic north that once guided with certainty,

These are the unmistakable echoes of energetic entanglement that transcends physical separation.

Before crossing the sacred threshold of another’s inner temple; their body a universe unto itself,

Stand in warrior stillness, feet rooted to earth, and interrogate your soul with unflinching honesty:

“Does this vessel truly honor and cherish the divinity contained within my essence?

Will this union forge my spirit stronger in purpose’s purifying flame or diminish my vital force?”

For in that explosive, boundary-dissolving moment when separateness temporarily ceases,

As galaxies collide in spectacular fusion behind closed eyelids trembling with pleasure,

You offer not just physical release but spiritual currency of immeasurable worth,

Life force that could birth empires and monuments sacrificed for momentary bliss that fades by morning light.

The true measure of evolved masculine sovereignty

Lives not in notches symbolically carved on bedposts like primitive trophies,

But in the disciplined, intentional channeling of creative force toward purpose,

The conscious direction of life’s most potent magic toward endeavors worthy of its power.

Guard your essence as ancient emperors guarded sacred wells that sustained entire civilizations,

Share your depths only where worthy exchange awaits with equivalent treasure.

Let each intimate choice reflect a philosopher-king’s wisdom and discernment:

Deliberate, profound, and meticulously aligned with cosmic purpose greater than momentary desire.

In this forgotten brotherhood of conscious union, this ancient lineage of sacred relationship,

Lies transformative power that modern men have tragically abandoned for shallow conquest,

Not dominance achieved through force or manipulation’s hollow victory,

But true mastery attained through sacred reverence for life’s generative force, the spark of creation itself.

The Wreckage We Have Become

 Two innocent souls who never chose existence; 

Thrust into a world of fracturing glass, 

Their eyes once mirrors of boundless wonder 

Now reflect the wreckage we’ve become. 

 

I see them watching, learning, absorbing 

The venom-laced narrative you’ve crafted: 

“Your father, the monster. Your father, the failure.” 

While you parade as martyred saint. 

 

Do they know of the handcuffs that bit my wrists? 

The metal cold against my trembling skin, 

As I was torn from what little remained 

Of the family I would have died protecting. 

 

Do they hear my phone ringing endlessly into void? 

Messages sent like prayers to a silent god, 

Read but ignored, as though my desperation 

Is something to savor rather than answer. 

 

Can they picture their father sprawled 

Across bare apartment floors at midnight, 

My body convulsing with the kind of sobs 

That leave a man hollowed by morning? 

 

You were once radiant; a model mother, 

Your laughter the soundtrack to our better days. 

Now you’re the conductor of this demolition, 

Engineering the collapse of what we built. 

 

I watch you transform into someone unrecognizable, 

Twisting into shapes your mother carved for you, 

While our children stand witnessing the metamorphosis, 

Inheriting the poison that flows between generations. 

 

They never asked for this inheritance of pain, 

These children with eyes that used to shine for me. 

Their innocence peeled away like sunburned skin, 

Replaced by cynicism decades too early. 

 

You’ve painted me villain with masterful strokes, 

A deadbeat, a monster, a cautionary tale. 

The children repeat your words with perfect mimicry, 

Not knowing they’re speaking another’s hatred. 

 

In quiet moments I wonder what they remember, 

Do flashes of our better days still visit them? 

Or have you scrubbed their memories clean of joy, 

Replaced with fabrications that serve your story? 

 

I am more than the character in your revenge play, 

More than the demon you’ve conjured from anger. 

I am the man who once held them as they slept, 

Who would have moved mountains to keep them safe. 

 

Now I lie shattered on cold laminate flooring, 

Coming undone in ways no child should witness, 

My love for them the only constant in this chaos, 

Though it reaches them now as a distant echo. 

 

Two children, never asked to witness this collapse; 

Caught in crossfire they cannot comprehend, 

The trainwreck spectators with front-row seats 

To the destruction of everything that should be sacred. 

 

What gods will judge us for this desecration? 

What mercy exists for parents who wage such war? 

I carry the weight of my absence like stones in my chest, 

But you, you carry the burden of their programmed hearts. 

 

When they grow beyond your careful conditioning, 

When they seek truth with adult eyes someday, 

Will they forgive either of us for this battlefield? 

Or will they run, rucksacks packed, shoes laced tight? 

 

I have become the ghost you needed me to be, 

But ghosts have memories, and ghosts can wait. 

Through darkness and handcuffs and unanswered calls, 

I remain; watching, loving, grieving what we’ve lost. 

 

Two children who never asked to be here, 

Now navigate the wreckage of what we’ve become. 

Their inheritance: the bitter lessons of love’s failure 

And the searing knowledge that nothing sacred endures.