I have never been or I fancy, will be the kind of person, who is able
to take blows to the system, whether they be the straight out physical
kind, or a long drawn out mental circus, at the hands of another shrug them off and walk on immediately, for me it takes time!

Back now near the end of 2009 emerged a person, who I could describe in one word, after much deliberation, and that word is cruel!
 

She trapsed into my family adorned in jewels of haughtiness, followed by an enterouge of demonic fluffies, all howling in unison " Innocence, Innocence, we claim impunity, immunity, let us not be defiled!

What travesty enusues, foulness of mouth, of heart, of loyalty, honour hath no reason or sense in its wake.

The universe had already determined change was coming, and allowed this injustice, though we knew it not, we were to embark on a journey, one that would release us from the horrors, that is myself and my beautiful children!

A new era was hailed in, a life collided with the past, and renewed its vows of love, in the physical, the emotional, setting forth upon it's own journey.

Happiness, through trials, complete oneness, through seperation, sense out of insensibility, life out of near emotional death!

Though the treasure chest was opened, and the spoils of injustice were doled out, one after the other, till the wearer was heavy laden with the weight of loveliness, if such a thing is possible, and it was...still remained a deep sensitivity, that could not rise above anothers blackened heart, charred with guilt, charged with envy, fuelled with the fires of failure.

She watched, she read, she twisted and turned the words of the poet, and in her everlasting quest to remain innocent, even when the verdict was clearly guilty, kept up the vigil, leaving the bard unable to lift the quill, for fear of speculation, recrimination, oh that accursed, had literally disabled one who had been before so enabled!

Time passes, thankfully so, and with it comes the understanding, that those eyes, are hollow, without true emotion, without truth or understanding, without, without!

Reading over an old letter of defiance, designed to fly in the face of the one who had been wronged, the sudden realization of the fruitlessness of withdrawal dawned, as knowledge is power, so suddenly then is the renewed empowering, with renewed vigor, understanding, that now propels one to write again, to express deeply again, all facets of life, without a care.

Emptiness begets emptiness, nothing can come from nothing, and so to the nothing, I say, "You are nothing, you were nothing, read me, scrutinize me, think your nothing thoughts, write your own nothing verses, I am no longer concerned. I should never of been concerned, but as previously stated, screaming demons hailed such righteousness, it was enough to concern even the very astute.

All wrongs are brought to light, people have better understanding of situations over time, reason and sense does prevail, and the offended, the betrayed, starts to shine like the first rays of spring's adorning beauty, once again..

And so to the keypad she will go..

Ch'erie de Perrot
2/10/2012
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