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Whilst cute quotations, and perfectly formed sentences have been reared and pampered on the lawns of perfectly kept estates...

These words...
These words have been sweat.
These words have been cried. 
These words have been bled. 

These words have been laboured into birth
And have now emerged pregnant with life. 
These words have grown with time, matured with age, and been shaped by experience. 

These words have pushed through the cracks in the concrete. 
They have broken free from the shackles of shameless poverty
They have smashed through the barriers of continents and language
And fly liberally refusing to acknowledge yesterday's trauma. 

These words have withstood a barrage of abuse. 
These words have waded knee deep through social sewage, flicking away flies of low expectations and perceived anticipated failure. 

These words have:
- stood against the bullets of bullys
-dodged the fiery darts of doubters and the fierce flames of the fear of failure; and 
- they have survived the ariel assaults of derogatory self-accusation. 

I did not seek these words. 
These words sought a free tongue, and a willing heart. 
These words sought a brave soul, and a firm hand. 
These words sought a fertile mind and strong loving spirit
I did not seek these words, these words sought me. 

Cover your ears if you feel you do not have the stomach to hear these words. 
Because... 
These words have been purified 
These words have been fortified. 
Amidst a dialogue of diatribe,
These words have been distilled. 

These, are not the words of an idler.  
These words have been dug from depths
Forged with feeling
Finessed with thought
Perfected with practised 
Constructed to plan 
Crafted with Passion 
And conclude, towards a towering purpose. 

These words have been drawn upon by masculine men
Flattered by feminine lips 
Looked up to by youthful eyes 
But not wretched I!
These words were mouthed by me but inspired by our Father in Heaven.  

These words...
If there be any good, and if there be any virtue
These words...
Are the words of Mike Concise. 


Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
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