My Truth

My Truth I am an original My body, my diary, my totem temple, a living portrait frozen in time. Black ink flows as fluidly as the lineage in my vein. Every line, every curve roams my ivory plane. I cannot bow down nor demur, I have bared my soul indelibly. My poetry in flesh. Needled into skin __love-erotic therapy. Pain is my sacrifice and I will bleed for my truth. related link: http://thearyan.com/category/poem/#.Uw9WpPmeB3Y

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Beata Agustin

Date: 9/29/2024 11:23:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/22/2016 11:25:00 PM

Tej, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA

Skat A

Date: 12/31/2015 10:28:00 PM

TS, enjoyed reading your tonight. Hope to see you active this coming year. Goodbye, 2015 --- Hello 2016. God Bless. SKAT

Tej Singh

Date: 3/1/2014 4:27:00 AM

he has done a good job. you write well. this is a nice poem.thank you for this beautiful poem.cheers!

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri

Date: 3/1/2014 1:31:00 AM

A powerful metaphoric poem. My pen bleed's for truth's ink too. Pls do review my latest poem.