I realized that what I love does not belong to me...
And I still love it!
I live in a time capsule.
Defending my curse.
I write to right.
The poem and the poet.
My journal is a battlefield of moral conflict.
But I don't expect to be justified. Ever.
My pain unspeaks an uneasy resolution.
Words articulating emotions articulating words articulating emotions.
My hope comes to me in softly hued vibrations
That sound like a broken heart beating in 4/4 time
With Lauryn Hill rhyming over it and Lena Horne singing the hook.
The car empties on my John Col-Train of thought...
It's been a long road traveled...
Many Miles to reach my MONK period.
So I live alone. Laughing in solitary.
The irony is...
It's only after taking GIANT STEPS forward that we realize how small the shoes we walk in are...
if The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, than EYE pray you SEE that...
You must find yourself.
That is part of it.
Burying who you were to discover who you could be.
Body and Soul.
