Saturday, March 5, 2011

Conviction: My foggy tune

receive me in my entirety
menu; desires
dig it or allow it to lay upright - whatever
take it in

I speak with purpose - though it may be mine own
have faith in my ability to know the truths I see
intuition is golden; unlike an egg
I birth it still
an allowing of my presence
in my solitude it shadows my making
it harbors my intent
misshapen as ever but real
validate me, my home of homes
the authenticity is concrete
stand and allow
give into it's will

beheld by the beholden stillness
of this fractured character

Meeka (2009)

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