Travail of the Soul

Rise through the seven realms,
Pass through the seven doors,
Whispering to each guardian.

Blink not when promised distractions,
Of ruby and emerald,
For they cannot help you here.

Glance behind and be corrupted,
As legions swell,
For or against?

You shall sway with the cries,
Of soul ache and loss,
Gesture for benevolence

All shall follow,
Though they ask not why,
Down down ever down

Confront your nemesis,
With open arms,
Stare into mirrored eyes

With infernal acceptance,
The divine reclamation,
?

Pressure

When the bough of sanity cracks,
The dam of defence fractures
And the over flow
Flows over

Breathe

Recognise the moment,
It's fleeting temporal nature
Identify the source
Visualise it's retreat

For the only battle
Is the battle within
You are the supreme arbiter
Choose well or not at all

Pain is such a small step from pleasure
Harness both, subject them as you will,
Paradise then is yours
With all that entails.