The 11th King

Reflecting my truth

You are

A giant stoner

You are

The wrong sort

Of stoner

 

You are

Slaying

The angel in you

 

You are

Acting

Too fly to fly

And so

You break your broom

 

You are

Too disbelieving

To believe

The words

You say

Are magical

 

Acting as if

Cut wood

Won’t work for fire

Stones and sparks

And the third birth

Of dreams

 

Are you waiting

To feel the wind

Or did you forget how to feel

 

Fire shows up air

And so

I start to wait

 

You exist

As much

As fairies do

 

As much

As I do

I do not believe

In you enough

But I

Believe

In your mistakes

Because I make the same ones

 

So should we keep writing

With red pens

And black ink

On white paper

 

Whilst the world

Waits

For the other half of

The story

 

I should keep writing

With red pens

And black ink

On white paper

 

I should

Stop waiting

Until I believe in myself enough

 

I should

Believe -

My mistake -

But you make the same ones

 

I should

Exist

As much

As fairies do

 

Waiting

For fire

To show up air

 

Wait

I should

Get started

I should

Cut wood

 

Or should I

Acting as if

It won’t work for fire

Stones and sparks

And the third birth

Of dreams

 

I am

Too disbelieving

To believe the words

I say

Are magical

 

I am

acting

Too fly to fly

And slowly

Breaking my broom

 

I am

Slaying

The angel in me

 

Am I

The wrong sort of stoner

Slaying the wrong sort of giant

Should I

Slay

The angel in me

 

Should I

Promise

Promises

That I cannot keep

 

I only wish you would

Stop being a giant/stoner

And start stoning the night giant

Stop acting/fly and start reacting

Stop disbelieving/words and start wording your disbeliefs

Stop not working/with fire

And start firing what’s not working

Stop forgetting/to feel

And start feeling the forgotten

Stop putting shows/ on air and start having something to show 

Stop making mistakes/you don’t believe in

And start believing you don’t make mistakes

Stop writing/on white paper

And start writing what is write 

To get paper

 

Stop waiting/for the world when the world is waiting for you to stop

And for the other side of your story

And for the weight of your waiting angel

Resting on your crushed shoulders

 

As you carry me

Through the clouds

On eagle’s wings

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