Where I belong

Normally I don't feel the need to introduce things, especially art/poetry/etc, but I thought that I'd preface this with one sentence.

This is the first single piece of poetry that I've written in over 7 years...

The Phoenix has fled. Her wings a flame with the prayers of the martyrs. Let the ash rain down upon my head. My sackcloth collar chokes me as I beg for mercy. Beautiful wisdom where are you? Brightstar hear me! Have mercy upon me. She has returned and her eyes are set on the triumph of the wicked. Cast me not away from thy sight. Her wings beat with disciplined determination and I can feel her breath. Burn me from the inside out. Purify my wretched soul and teach me to do thy will. Spread your wings and through the prayers of all the saints have mercy upon me and save me. +

Why it takes so long...

I felt like I should take a moment to explain why my "blog" seems more like an anti-blog...

I would like to think that I am creative and fairly proficient in turning my thoughts into action, a curse more than a blessing most of the time. However, I find it extremely challenging to formulate my thoughts into posts that have value. Maybe this is due to the nature of my thoughts in general. *ref. towards the end*

The concept seems easy. Dictate your thoughts to the machines that we entrust to translate the complexity of our being into some understandable and seemingly comprehensible capsule containing a specific moment in words. So then, only one logical question remains. And that question is...

Question: Why does it take so long for me to post something?
Answer: Because I have so much junk floating around in my though life, it's amazing I can even get up, take a shower, drive to work and find my way home.