Sanctity’s Truth
Those infected thoughts you express when only silence can hear;
Or those ones you try so desperately to hide behind a forked smile;
Are illicitly carved opinions with your knives’ of illegitimacy;
Piercing into the unfettering spine of her credulous impermeable back…
Directly forced under a veil into the face of artistry’s tenderness;
This question presents itself over to your mantel of iniquities:
“Is it not a mockery of honorability to oneself your buried suppression;
Pointing fingers at those omitted souls you call inept piranhas?”
Or your trammel of blindness shackled to your forked tongues;
Cursing the ones beholding a rare pearl of hope;
Those angelic visions who give the heart of love voices?
The essence of love’s intentions…to fill empty shelves
& not out of physical lusting shackles to bind sin…
Why must you call this essence from the bounty of beauty a parasite…
And you think others are the tormented soul?
For you… is who I’ll pray within these eyes of open mercy…
Given to me by a life of creations ethereal gifts,
for your salvation of judgments you offer to destroy.
The hypocrisy of yourself falling upon your own duplicitous deceit;
Standing with mirrors of what the truth represents…
To wear vestments habit of negligence so tattered and frayed;
Could your seams be full of mutations avoidance,
or the cloth of deception hailing the grail of supremacy?
Where no man shall pull another under its broken wing…
Who are you to claim unworthiness?
Cast your judgment upon me as a unwanted leech;
Thinking you know the voice of my souls intention…
Wearing wickedly the mere perceptions of your own truths…
But then I shall speak of mine…
…and mine is kaleidoscope’s fabric…
Peignoir made from prisms ennobling spirit…
Delicacies are woven in love’s blessing fingertips…
Sheer and revealing the cloak of my soul…
A gown that I wear unveiling the fertile faith in my spirit,
and revealing of my inner soul this supple presence to give.
All the perfections of the world offers me more truths;
Even you…
Unbinding the imperfections of myself I clearly see;
The flaws of my own lessons from choices decisions;
I have earned with empowerments rewards…
Standing above the stones of destructions grave
through my own path of learning I continue to grow.
With my eyes widely open to the reality of trespassers;
I know I never need to step on another to hoist eminence…
My wings are integrity to fly with spiritual exaltedness;
virtues vowing integrations of dignity with honesty.
I judge no-one to be less than the glorious beauty they are.
Merely offering tenderness to understand their torrent darkness;
Supported by the beliefs of hope’s eternal flame;
Where an ointment of healing balms are shared in love…
But your bladed words continue to curse upon these fertile soils;
This embodiment of sanctity’s truth through drudgery’s walls unseen…
And the briared arms which reach to know diversity cannot harken…
Yet…I can rest my soul in the goodness of reception’s acceptance.
As I can sing with the glorious angles of destiny where there is a true King.
For I judge not the lonesome brother of arrogance cursing his so called parasites;
And my expanding spirit will continue to fly upon elevations beautification;
Those moments of my heart speaking from the chambers of my soul
To everyone…
even you…the one who curses my spirit with hate…
(Written: November 29th, 2009 1:26 p/m)
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Embraced ~ Embrassé
poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique
Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley
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