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Sanctity's Truth
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one can see a stone thrown and one can gather them to also throw in return while yet another makes use of them we all learn evolution of our soul even through someone whom throws stones at us...
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 the shed of unworthiness? Cast your judgment upon me as an 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 angels 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 at my spirit with hate… (Written: November 29^th, 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

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on December 20, 2009

the reach of ignorance is far and wide -- rather than observing and questioning out of curiosity and the desire to expand our horizon of knowledge -- we often lash out in arrogance, the arrogance of ignorance when confronted with concepts we have not taken the time to explore for their innate assets -- this perspective you have offered to your readers is worthy and noble Vickie -- thanks for sharing and thus enlightening -- peace and love to you my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on December 1, 2009

Thank you for sharing from your bottomless well of inspiration, Vickie. Love, hugs, and very best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Eugene Williams

I took a day to reflect upon this poem of yours, as hard hitting as it is and may induce a primordial response from cavemen afraid of their, own shadow. The reality is within the totality of your creative mind, good writers are those that can express themselves in all genres and awake the reader�s inner most thoughts bringing them into the piece rather they agree or not. You certainly have achieved that here. Expressive anger changes the world. �I�m Mad as Hell and I want take it anymore� immortal words best served in reflective contemplation, wonderful poem Victoria your Fan.. Eugene

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Your words Vickie draw the attention of all who read. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

"...those infected thoughts you express when only silence can hear..."
and
"...where no man shall pull another under its broken wing�"
Phrases that come from the whole and yet from a fragmented thought that tries to cover with fortitude the open wounds of knowing.
This poem, enigmatic as it is, whispers in your ear the words of someone that doesn't wish to be hurt anymore.

Georg

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on November 30, 2009

Vickie,
This is an eloquent and sustained defence of truth and a rejection of everything that isn't.

John

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Sometimes the darkness makes the lights appear that much more beautiful. Darkness not only hides its ugliness- it reveals your beauty...always shining.
Shadows have no real presense, so they try to steal ours.
Turn up the volume of love's music, and may darkness never tresspass on your serenity.

John

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Again, Victoria, I commend you for your deep respect
for the language, and your unique skill in using the
language in all its shades to create such personal
and meaningful poetry. -gene.

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

This is really beautiful Vicky. It kind of reminds me of Martin Luther King. He once said that: "it was very difficult if not impossible to like the men who threatened his life, razed his home, etc. This needed something more powerful. Love was the only force mighty enough to overcome this. Only love. Anything else would be too weak." The composition of this piece is extraordinary. Your talent really shines here.

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Vickie, 'Sanctity's Truth,' shows us who is out there 'judging' his fellow beings when he should be judging himself----We all need to live in harmony if there is ever to be peace on this Earth!!!
Love,
Deborah

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Says it all. I've been battling this same sick male for four years here now...his soul is in the Devil's care and he is burning slowly, slow enough for Sanctity's Truth to share in its light of the profile of the mysogynist. This character you cast hides behind cowardice and neo-cheating tactics and women are his prey...

"And my expanding spirit will continue to fly upon elevations beautification;" and I know it will, Victoria...to share it with another woman is "Where an ointment of healing balms are shared in love�"

Love & Tribal Strength,
Sage