Petition: Protect My Love Verily

Sweet love of mine harrowing, harrying, ceaseless endeavoring. Follow me home under the moonlight. Swaying to the ebb and the flow Let us wander through ages of worlds of time as they delve themselves deeper in snow. This is my wallow my stuttering ship, my last resort from this world unfit. Eros fill me in purity, protect what thy know to be ternary, The mind and the soul and the body all seamlessly Bound to this existence by forces unseen, un-believed; Until science discovered its creed, so this is the seed that I plant amoung the dead With the hope for your protection, come save us from death. The crystal meth has taken hold, bought and sold, Stopped the pain that could not be controlled. I don’t know this place I’m at, the feelings that I’ve had And not Refusing to be shaped like the lot, like the mutt, Like the labels of generic food. Protect him from being all that I am not, Protect him from all that he wouldn’t want, Come save what is left, what’s been cherished of his soul This is the way, the time to go Go wander the fronts of the harshest of storms Where the winds of the past and the present come forward This is my prayer to the world unseen, `My sight and design, my most mental of schemes Balloon Angioplasty; Realize you paralyze the beating of my heart Protect him from the constant commotion, The bustle of the insomniatic coffee tweakers And pill-popping self-prescribers, mind-designers, Change this chemical for psycho tropic medicines; alternatives of reason Protect him from addiction, From a little to the junkiest spot, the worst of drugs accursed lot Never provoke, a personal joke, it might be the last time you speak on your own. Protect him from dreams of that which I may not have For this is the last of my solemn life’s mishap. Protect him from thy father’s sins For he is not the one who is him Protect him from the temptations of the Earth The creations of man that corrupt the mind and the flesh Protect him from that which he should never know For knowledge is the power that controls human souls. This is theistic, this world prowess Protect him until he is fully developed And ready to ride against the evils that haunt us Protect him from harm of the physical being Protect what is left of his family’s seed Protect what his family and friends do not see The eyes in his back during the rage of the battles while they seethe Protect all he feels, and protect what he knows Protect him from all the places he goes Watch as he walks with his tray as he balks, As he ducks to the back of the restaurant. Waiting on the folks of the tables, Is all he even tries to do Poor old Taffy, Sweet Taffy Recently deceased We felt so bad for her Unable to see Unable hear In the end, unable to breath Unlike the fish in his Aquarium clear, so liquidified, That he cares for, and loves, His hobby for years. Though I ask for the protection of Brian Patrick Cioni Who so often makes me feel as though my heart shall Become afflicted with supraventricular tachycardia I pray that you never be accursed with spasmodic dysphoria Brian, my love, for the fluidity of your words is music to my ears Your clershiness is unattested for you taste more profound than extra crunchy peanut butter and banana sandwiches with luscious desserts such as treacle tart to follow. You ought to be squozen, but not too hard for subluxation of the spine would be a travesty to your upright posture being the Homo-Erectus that you are. I pray that I may run my phalanges through your hair for eons of time (assuming that you shall not be diagnosed with alopecia capitis totalis…baldness would be a downright shame), that I may look upon your pierced tragus with excitement, that our oral cavities should continually touch, giving us lascivious visions of the external genitalia and gluteus max imus scandalous images of one another, never disrupted by the extinction of mammuthus primigenius and eremotherium laurillardi, as the woolly mammoth and giant ground sloth have thus transcribed for they wish protection unto the raccoons, opossums, skunks, great-horned owls, and ravens that have yet to be exposed to the ills of extinction. The one who governs my thoughts, enters my dreams, sweeps me off of my feat, Brian Patrick Cioni ~ BPC, I pray that you shall always return to me Though your roots are in Washington, Illinois And though the miles may soon separate us, I pray, I ask, that you remember, all of the time we’ve spent together On the Quad right near your apartment in Rutherford Suites on Fell Street, passing the hours staring at the trees: European Beech, Catalpa, Northern Red Oak, Thornless Hunnylocust, …and may you NEVER forget the Weeping Beech Tree, our safe haven… Oh! The kisses we’ve shared in your tortoise-shell Chevy Cavalier! Imagining picnics beside the Sangamon and Mackinaw Rivers, Doing swandives into Lake Bloomington. Me, secretly imagining what it would be like to be submerged in Brian Lake. The walks we’ve taken, the gorgeous AuTtumn afternoons, Searching for unattainable, illusive, wildflowers: the blanket flower, clasping coneflower, evening primrose, scarlet sage, And yes, how could I forget, the dense blazing star… The moments we’ve shared in a galaxy of our own, standing outside only Two weeks ago, staring at the full lunar eclipse on your patio, imagining The explosion of a supernova…that very supernova that has become my heart. The internal feelings, my Playgan-ness, playing and praying and being a Pagan You do not shun me, but embrace me Natural Witch that I am, worker of spells unique Weaver of time, place, and positive energy You have called to me. Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna: I call upon thee, beautiful Goddesses, Watch over Brian Patrick Cioni, the man that I LOVE Ensure his safety in this catariffic world of ignorance and jealousy, Climbing atop tow’ring mountains unseen, untouched by human hands, may he move gracefully with the ebb and flow of the universal energies. never broken. As above, so below This is my will so mote it be.