Feelings,
They rise and they fall,
I am tuned into them all,
But I'm afloat despite
Their writhing—
I am the GOAT,
And this is just me writing
My thoughts—
They are my moat
And I am arriving
At the shores of my
Story.
Uncertainty Is hurting me;
It's cutting into my insides
And flirting with things running wild—
"It's ANARCHY!"
And I am afraid of the
Passions that I see as we wade
In this ocean of seething beings
Who are weary and unafraid
Of the dangers reeling;
I am acclaimed;
As we wager in the survival
Of changes that will
Rear o'er the stinking
Savor of the days that
Inched closer with wicked
Rays—
Mouths flap,
Lips purse and clap,
Words strew and tears
Brew;
Faces anger and feelings
Crescendo to bloom.
I write these words as I observe the people torn...
"Too much" has come up—
Yet they are a people on the come up...
"Their arrival" is the sum up:
To things unknown,
Secretly sown in the open
Earth and watered down with mirth,
A future that's ever-ready
And about to give birth
To the righteous earnings of
Beliefs undiscerning....
The creation is yearning
For relief from pressure that is
Mounting—I am a calm crab—
Discounting the thoughts
Ascribed when I am resounding
With awesome pride;
Your lies I've decried and
I am thoughtful and decidedly
Honorable—
Who can join in, are you
My rebel?
Do you know what's coming
Even though you are
Now miserable?
Have you prepared over the
Years? Tears may be your gears
But your heart's duty has been to rear
And act snooty when you
Have been dared to unroot
The dwelling of the prepared;
Your choices return to leave you feared
Or faded as you belong to that which
You have not cared for...
Mistakes are not the same
As sapient spears.
You are what you do
So here's a clue:
The future belongs to judgment
That is heavy and long overdue.
WRITTEN BY
ODETTA FRASER GOD