Art and poetry may not fully explain, words spoken often in a puff of smoke
It’s in the strength we possess, the love deeply rooted in our hearts –all clauses of my pain, and
the peace that bears restraint.
The underlying features and gems may not say it all, but I choose my redemption with words.
Many moons have dawned for me to speak; few stars now embrace this sweet narration;
From the side of my paper to the edge, I draw lines spoken bluntly on Experience and Friendship,
I have lost friends, and I will lose more yet still I gain more and keep a few …It’s not because I gain anything in losing them but because it’s a principle I often cherish –my branded light in self actualization–
There is a saying from Douglas Adams that often invokes me, “Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so. “
With a vindictive urge to feel appreciated, most times our character and self respect is deposed,
a reflection on our lives coupled with self affliction in search of perfection.
My experience has been my teacher, a school that makes me crumble each time my face lights up…
How do we draw the line in expressing friendship without side-lining our egos and respect?
The values that once built us, an encouragement, trust often flair – to smile with each depth, remarkable truth smooched from the side-lines of our faces.
A painting reflective of hearts, for not all painting closes the true essence of truth —
This is my close on friendship; my feed is clustered on plates of thought and an endearing of self respect.
Do not break the freckles on your face with vile, be gone from my wrap than open your mouth and let all doubt linger ….
Experience has been my guide, you are the wine now cast in old skins —don’t light up your face to wallow in my joy and pride, if hypocrisy crumbles on the ground you walk on.
I would rather dine with wolves than with hypocrites — do not judge that I speak plain, for through the years I know, true friendship is built on trust and respect.
Be gone, be gone if u gloat in disrespect, lies & hypocrisy—I don’t need you —shove my words in your mouth and choke …perhaps then u might understand.
For the spirals in life are all but glitters on a crystal globe, we all find that end in the tunnel.
From the flickers in my hands, the whips that now brush my skin, plain words I speak, this is not my poetry but my narration on Experience I often loathed …