At Lengths of Solitude My Rightful Place

at lengths of solitude, my rightful place

 

lies and mistakes

tragic wrongs

the mirror of culture does not portray

this is not the plot to the movie

this is not the melody to the song

 shadows whisper

 it's malcontent and maltreatment

even so,

blessed love ...

may it last long!!!

nice and permanent!

existence

o am i in it for the right reasons?

 

the shadows of doubt question myself

 nude before inner light

       "restore progeny in the seed of thy dream 

       restore the pedestal of love in thy heart"

 

i've got to be the me

that i always was, that i was always meant to be

 

in the details

of my creation

 still singing in my grasp

in my apprehension

 of the body of creation

 for the ending of the mistreatment

 of lust and greed and self pride and sorrow

a denial of poetic goodness

 privilege distorting the meaning inside a tear

the worth of a celestial body

 

o, let this poem stand like a tattoo

an ancient masterpiece to smallest and largest details

a history of self realization

 bringing back sacredness to my human feeling

 silencing the mouth of past failure

and illuminating how i am indeed needed

 and woman is not just a present

 but as individual and full of power

 as

eve

 

i owe it to you world, and to me myself, my happy future

 at the lengths of my solitude

i understand

left with words

 to be at peace with the beginning, the middle, and the end

a love of form, not simply disdain

 i owe it to be my best, kindest self

to tell myself the divine plan is divine afterall

 may charity and meek righteousness

realight my rambling rambling words with sense

 i think i owe to everyone

 to let you them off the hook of

our deepest folly, fall, failure, imperfections

 the debt of free will

 

i owe it now

after all the weakness and sometimes wickedness i see in myself

 i owe it

to start stop worrying about the future

for my brother

my ex-girlfriend

 for my family

for a fellowship of mankind

and the entropy of nature through time

the mystery is yet elegant

 and leave truth to the final answer

and leave truth to weigh on the conscience

 

it's time for my art to have meaning

it's time to bring back goodness to its rightful place

 o, creation, you have restored my heart

 may dilgence provide good faith