I have spoken all the words of my soul
diluted for ingestion as half truths and vague lies.
As the artist strips to educate the world mirror
I have exhibited my naked self, opening the facets
of my mind and the threads of dreams;
to be held and explored in the hands of strangers.
Alone my words exist for my own purpose,
here they define me as
I am God, having giving birth to my people
waiting for them to return the favour.
Born with a great line, in constant search of that
new wisdom to display in prose.
This is the burden that sought me out,
I have been chosen to voice my pain,
to ease my soul I speak agony for sanity.
My experiences are null and void,
only fully appreciated by myself.
Then when I write am I mocking you,
teasing with rhyme, awaiting your interpretation
praying that I am not asked for an explanation?
This is my parody. Perhaps that was spoken
with too much clarity. I have lashed against
everything to expel the demons of my adolescence.
Life has drained my fight and tamed my voice
from a passionate shout to an elegant sigh.
Once I waged war today I only want to dream.
Hibernation is my new obsession.
I have spoken all of my privacy openly
allowed the world to see me empty,
Isolation of a lover now strangles me.
Wounded and alone I refuse to let you see.
I deny everything said outside of this parody,
Take your poetic piece of me and leave.