This Too Shall Pass
4'x7' Canvas Acrylic with dried roses and rusted barbed wire (by Debbie LoJacono-Vasquez)
This Too Shall Pass
Neither too slow nor too fast
It rushed in my veins – pushed in my chest
Tied up my reins – dried up my breast
This rhythm time in Chinese torture
Each moment in cadence, salty raindrops flow
Like blood – like semen
Like mucus – like moon glow
Time trees taunt concrete – time lapse – root taps
Time laughs silently as crows’ feet crack
If only they really broke my mother’s back
Secret rose gardens invite Precephany to tea
She drinks from tiny China cups
Holding them graciously
With Manners that would make my mother proud
Bids her hostess a grateful goodbye
Covers herself in my fathers shroud
Then prepares for winter to wither and die
Beauty Briar Rose – pain prick and time froze
Why is it a kiss from morphine lips
That need draw my blood as it flows?
I am each moment in this restful sleep
I am each feeling I continue to keep
If I ask my liver and spleen
To speak of the passing pain they’ve seen
They’d tell me of my heart
That can’t seem to part
With clots that still pools of love
Let them pass, release their rage
Beat down their toxic rotting cage
Once they told me in scorn
My new bumps and curves were sweet
They gazed at my new form
As it were something to eat
They gave each prime cut a name
Then made me hide them in shame
Now they tell me to repair my car crash dummy
As it droops and sags
And that no one has the strength to carry me
And my heavy bags
If you Got it – Give it
Violate it – Penetrate it – Renovate it
Sacrifice my soul and let my body be
Look into my moments, look inside of me
It is Rivers of blood that paint this alter gate
So anoint me good saint by these streams of fate
Look out towards the desert as my lion cries to fight
Its not the devils temptation, just a little girl flirt
Righteous indignation, for she is always right
Then watch as she surrenders herself as the lamb
If you listen you will hear her crying…
Can’t You Love Me For Who I Am?
