christendom

I was no king

when I made you queen

and the courts of Christendom

were outraged

when the damsels and jesters

and the learned is flattered

the bishop and knights

went on the defensive

.

I was no king

when I made you queen

and the courts of Christendom

went berserk

when God and spirit

and the sky is flattered

they stopped us

at the drawbridge..

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deadlock

I find it strange

that you requite missing me

with mingling

that you equate concern

with intrusion of trust

.

I really don’t know

.

I find it strange

because I requite missing me

with solitude

and I equate concern

with unwavering devotion

.

I really don’t know

.

I find it strange

that we are in a deadlock

but solitude strays some minds

the same way that

mingling strays some hearts

.

I really don’t know..

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