So be the light that bounces
off the blackened shades of
Oneness.
If my hand would brush my brow with
blade, whip or ink, it alone is my choice to make.
Solitary one slys to the other, so abiding and willing to agree with whispers warped and deep.
What worries do you carry for one such, as I?
Those tales they rattle To wile the day,
that I be the focused foe.
If notable my life be, let murmurs grow full and
gossipers step proud.
For I shall peek from the curtain, all mine.
And those spiteful shall wilt from
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
EDWIN
Yer unindicted coconspirator,
Boots Dorfman
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Love Tinka
George
K
Love Peace be with you
William
Regis
Fee
stan
Wow - I am u n d o n e by this voyeauristic write - you go, girl! Excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.