The Nameless Feminine Deity

By: Peter Lancellotti
Posted on: April 12, 2024

I have heard there’s nothing worse than the sound of grieving mothers.
I have heard how sons and sins live outside, inside fathers.
I am not a parent, my inner child runs off wild apparently.
I embody and empower the feminine polarity.

Deep emotion mixed with thought and heart spark inner wisdom.
Many men can do it yet, have you heard of men’s intuition?
No. Faith proud, it is unfortunate that a man must always lie.
Murdering a part of the world he’d rather end, and die.

Women know and do it better. They take pain in such a way.
Many men so do believe more pain than women take, do they.
Push a watermelon out and maybe we can talk today.
I can say it’s true, urethral paths, excuses just to lay.

It’s the age of true empowerment, the feminine lives. It’s time!
A patriarchal nature takes a backseat, yes, ma’am, even mine.
Our consciousness feels it coming. I think we all might know the score.
A coven of thirteen, led by a Nazarene opening doors.

Some call it Apocalypse, the second coming. I have no idea.
What are words within our language pushing through a new frontier?
Father Time looms like Mother Nature, I, on bended knee
I foresee a time of balance. How I’d love to live to see.

I don’t want you to want me. I only want to want you.
If I were a poem born out of desire, I’d be left askew.
I want you to tell me, “Jump!” How high, wherever, then until
I’ll be forever in your orbit, do as I am told, your will.

Egypt once spoke like this giving birth to deities.
The Romans, too. In fact, all cultures, Muslims, Druids, all of these.
So there comes a time we’re standing at the brink, the precipice
When a new day dawns as does creation, nothing stood for this.

March 21, 2024
Peter Lancellotti©

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