Untitled III

A perverse heart shall depart from me.

Tainted and crépi be the walls of those who have wronged.

Splattered and painted upon my inner linings like ferment upon fresh linen.

If I were to take you by the wing, I’d see the remnants of those manipulated and victimized by the embrace of your open arms.

I’d feel the scars entrenched by those faulted at your hands.

 By the grace of God I am unlike any other.

Present and able I am

The breath of life accompanies my every step.

Ye, a  kiss of death panning just over the horizon. 

Taunting me, be-ravening me, into internal turmoil. 

Yet present I remain.

Who shall prevail, is none of the matter, but more what lies betwixt the eyes.

That is what will yield me.

In the end.

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I Reconcile

Don’t you find it humorous.. 

How successive these thoughts and feelings arise.

How they mask themselves so masterfully.

How full of deceit they truly are.

I thought you were meant to help me.

Instead you riddle me with eloquence. 

I was never intended to prevail,

Was I…

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