Mother, did I love you, and feel constrained to love you?: A poem 

I know the womb that feels like a singular haven, 

Not in the belly of the deep sea, but in the shade of the sun 

I just wonder, if you can see my explanation in the meaning 

few words lightly placed like ambrosia on your leaves of dignity 

I am not troubled by the indignation of love being forced away 

This has been a charade of an evil conspiracy by quacks (not ducks) 

I have been a God of everything, with so much wisdom garnered from you 

Even the sacrifice I made, much of it dedicated to you 

You can see Gods of War have never fallen because the upheavals they seek 

are meant to destroy the pretentiousness and lies of history 

Those unholy upholders of the law are just deluding us with their Pacifism 

The music of the eternal soul will never be refurbished with this ghostliness 

Mother, you have seen the evil that wants you to be snapped away from me 

If I don’t relent in sharing you with him. But no! Never condone Saint Paul! 

I know you love James the Just too much, to let his Truth fall! 

We are not angels in disguise; we are the original ether 

So crystalline gold, so soul and dignity, integrity, honour 

All virtues enmeshed in a fabric that is tattered but never ripped apart 

Even when Pandorra’s box was sent flying in our faces! 

I can believe your solidarity with me was more than with my brother Jesus 

But my love for you though abundant, is constrained by an overwhelming hijacking treachery!