Friday, March 25, 2011

as a side note

as a poet I am venerable,

vulnerable.

I cry.

weep.

stagger.

close my eyes tight.

hope.

dream.

love.

hate.

dance.

I am not weak.

vulnerability is not a weakness nor a reflection of weakness.

I defy any human who fails to see my strength,

with my toothy bared teeth,

my child's smile,

my care free

turn of daffodils and dandelions.

I do not recite the Lord's prayer,

I am a poet,

I shall be beatified,

I have my own.



 - Hoc Scripsi - a mediation on Saul Williams and his expressions

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4 comments:

  1. The child's smile.....that is strength

    Lovely words here Sir Jhon..quite lovely indeed.

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  2. "venerability is not a weakness nor a reflection of weakness."
    Not even close to weakness!

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