compromise...

reclusive my ways

i rarely had the urge to stay...

or even the words to say...

incased in my mental grays...

its been hard to even...

contemplate your selections...

what you meant with one chisel..

your verbal blade perfected..

could it be that i was too absorbed..

to even take notice?

could it be that i was too plain..

to respire and focus?

understand that my mind works in balk,

often attested...

i felt i must endure this fight and keep emotions,

tightly nested...

for all my visions alluded me until these times...

stand back, watch the jewels bleed, infect the swine...

to speak, to scream, to renew my new found keen...

to break free, to fray greed, to design my destined schemes...

so there it is...

the braided beads...

the belonging needs...

my spirits seeds....

the next level looming

i'm asking...please god, intervien...

much malign in these voices i know...but you'll soon understand...

palms open...base sorted...in confidence...that you'll soon understand...