Artistry of deceitful play to survive.
All of you in the survival of not "I."
One by One, you turned to run;
Not off.
But, walking the opposite direction of this horrid offense
to ensure I understood you would never sit the fence.
To sink in me the fear you see,
never will you stop these attacks on me.
In a slow-motion of no display,
only the cruelty of your own mind
had delivered to me: Kind!
Fight! Never Surrender!
I said this to myself.
In silence I stood as I watched you go away.
You marched to a beat of indifference,
a class to beware of for Life is precious.
Six Years to date to sort out this Tape.
I began when the demand became no Man.
The order came from, you will never understand.
Oddness of such a strange and listless might
caused disappoint and maybe fright.
Knowing from the time of sign or from the actual crime,
gave way to planning by design.
Five Years I counted on to get me through,
I knew at Forty the Gate would Due.
To search and organize my mind,
the sins of what seems from all of whom were so unkind.
Luck has carried me through this last sixth year.
For Nature, surely must be Near;
She speaks,
"Oh, soul-less one, I love you! Please don't run."
"I see you each and every moment, I care for you and I can own it."
I blush to think that she sees me,
remembers and reminds to be.
Naturally I am being forced
back together for reasons; Source.
Surely, she must have wisdom; "Sigh."
I really love that she's not a guy.
Gently every day she speaks,
a little breeze or misty morn.
I know with her that I'm not torn.
Reminding me of myself.
Of my purpose on this Earth.
My importance to not just survive,
but to get through and recognize.
My worth to whom I do not know,
taking care and preparing this show.
I'm not a spare! I'm not afraid.
I am the one who has been made.
To touch, to feel, can be surreal.
For those of Us who don't know real.
Lies, untruths, threats are made
and doubt of understanding sage
plague me not but make you sought.
This alone should make the way.
Don't ever take just for their sake.
FIGHT!! FIGHT!!
FOR IT IS OUR RIGHT.
A hand, a hug, a cheek to cheek
will cause us fear,
We work to be near.
Patience does not exist Today.
So, just get back and know your "Say."
For each one means whats not insane,
but, beaten I was, accused and bruised for what you say.
Told I'd never die of old.
I asked at Eight Years Old,
"How will I go, if Death grows nigh."
"A Snuff! We'll call for you will be, not of us, you are of thee."
Their response to how I'd get through
made little sense, but it was true.
My End it seems is now brand new!!
How odd the call it came too soon?
I feel more strength, I worry less,
however, I know that they do test.
My guard will never drop I'm sure,
for once you've died and missed your ride,
the minutes stop and I saw no clock.
I do dismiss myself I know,
to the other-side I go.
Returning to make sure it's safe,
a trip that makes you always shake.
One day I know that I will tell
and all of you will be known in Hell
personally and by your name.
Your claim to Fame will be your Shame.
"How odd for me to have actually been able to get this far through."
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