A long and arduous journey…getting to the bottom of words.
those that are remembered
those that I have written down
those jumbled in sleepy positions…only to waken us with cold sweat.
One has to be curious…have my sentences…changed my world?
I pitch a tent, repeatedly, at the godforsaken, blasphemous, bolted door.
But words never take off her shoes…
she never promises to stay.
My words rush out in a horribly, organized, chaotic…state.
Massive…this war on word!
I shove letter upon letter onto an empty, paper plate.
And, my compromised, composition, kneels shoulder to shoulder at the church of lost faith.
I believed in what was said
Thou I wished I accepted less of everything
This book of gospel seeping into rabbit holes
Trifle left accept gritty, grains of falsehood
Reeling from inclement pavement
Reeling from obedient hearsay
My becoming, a clay footprint, fragile, breakable when placed upon such an erroneous display
My first impression out…
A caged animal sedated nonetheless alert
casting the shackles away
to which I held the original key…to what women say
She stared directly into the sun! Soon thereafter, she fell ill for a brief period of time. This illness…to her, abstract…obscure. Difficult to witness. Hard to bear.
And, though I struggled with my own sense of reality!
Pain is pain.
Pain is never done.
In my own reality…’who had I been to judge?’
What is the proof in dying for a cause
For the sake
For because, because
What of the keepers of infamy, infinity and well-oiled decency
Just droplets of water to a parched leaf
Careful carelessness bound with caring
a solidarity planning for legacy
Once I held a martyr in my hand
Once she faded away
Once, nothing, absolutely, nothing, turned out as planned
What is love?
Love is the complete absence of judgment!
What is hate?
Just open your window…and, you will see!