Typically the honesty floweth forth from the toes within my socks,
up outta me..
you who have touched,
gave me breath,
a different philosophy..
life is what I see..
but I kept looking behind me..
I have overcome.. the old negro hymn..
not a we, but an I hypothetically..
increasing knowledge of the ignorance of others
who have no image of self..
clamoring selfish beings..
dwarfed by the light shining.. bright from outta me..
Never saw the reflection the blind central eye
dichotomy of self hatred/love dividing me..
it is..
I was..
you stay..
I walk.. forth..
You that were. That which was.
Now BEHIND me.
I go forth.
YOU ARE READING
Gemini
PoetryA purging of the mind, heart, and spirit. . the soul bled through virtual ink.. a melding of words of which i call poetry
