ARTISAN Ah SEH!
Gone wah Passed, Light Clean wah come,
Awake wah Seen, Open Inside wah Feeling,
Time wah move, Fear wah beat,
Won wah cune , Joke wah curse!!!
Artisan ah seh,
God wah good,
Blessings’ Golden, Glitters nah shiny,
Nah nuf wah seen, Pasted daily wah learn,
Obstacles nah Lucky, Angels wah fight
Moments wah wash, Devil wah run,
Artisan ah seh,
Light, Dark be shifts,
Amazing God, Living wah Go ,
Memories back wah unpack,
Defeated wah bad air, Currency wah Peace,
Mind wah Wise, God word, wah chapters,
Artisan ah seh,
Undug, hidden Gold wah strong, God wah Made,
Artisan ah seh, Spoke ah short, See wah Long,
Day ah new, Chaser wah Go,
Life wah flipping hill, artisan ah seh!!
Trusting for me has always equaled pain and dysfunction. When things become out of my control, the feelings of non-erotica play tug o way with me as a whole. Needing internal stimulation to produce external growth. I have to repot my soul's bulb in positive nutrient filled soil. The environment needs to be just right, enough open space for the light to shine so my fruits of labor can ripen bright. Attaining the level of comfort within my parts, enough to remove the need to exercise manipulation as an art. Exhausting all wants to comfort every lonely heart. I’m ready to sprout and lengthen my roots with worth and healing and when undug, they can be found. I’ve come to realize I am tired of surviving; I want to live life now. I want to give without being taken advantage of. Learning to rely on my HPs guidance, practice trusting trustworthy people because yes those still can be found. I Acknowledge I am not in control and that is ok. How can a flower bloom if its vision is blurred by someone else’s gloomy day? I need to just stay in my pot and enjoy the sun rays, I am a precious being and I deserve good days.
In the eighteen hundreds some double-teethed skeletons were found.
In California, Ireland, Minnesota, Tennessee and Ohio, truly all around.
Were they humans? Many children ask as I begin to tell the tale.
Human-like, possibly giants or ogres, I admit, twelve-foot-tall, right Gale?
Gale is my assistant and is horrified by the way I throw out the truth.
It is more fun to have her than it was to ever enlist my old aide, Ruth.
In Minnesota seven skeletons with double rowed teeth were undug.
They were buried upside down, I add, taking a swig of ale from my mug.
In 1833 in Lompock Rancho, California they dug up a twelve-foot king.
Sporting double teeth, a crown, a toe, ear and belly button ring.
Now Gale knows I am embellishing. She shakes her head at me.
They were known as Formorians to the Irish, ogres, I say with glee.
You’re skin and bones, chick.
Compassion commands me stop,
stare, on my path, where you sleep.
I see dryness, hear stillness, feel silence.
You’re skin and bones, chick.
Were your chirps for worms
silenced in unsound Mother’s ears?
Your wings, too weak,
too still, on your first, failed, flight?
Your plume-less limbs
Coverless in cold night?
Uncovered corpse, bony chick.
No shore water to wash away
your undug green grave
in a low, lonely juniper.
My eyes wash me in salt water.
I have a path; yours ends here
your bones sinking, my brain soaring.
Which frightened robin, fleeing my footsteps,
was your misguided mother? So unlike mine,
who saw her child, underfed, and said,
“You’re skin and bones, my chick.”
I scream so loud.
It hurts my ears.
I can't begin to express
My worries and fears.
For years they have
Been swept under a rug,
But now, at last,
They're being undug.
All those years,
The worries haunted me.
I can't believe
That nobody did see.
The trust is broken
With those who were close.
I'm sorry to say this.
It causes me to feel morose.
I'm worried I
May never have friends
Unless my definition
Of them bends.
The friends I did have
Were liars who'd cheat.
Over and over,
These acts they'd repeat.
They lied to me.
I'd fall for it.
Now I feel,
It's time to quit.
I don't need the screams.
I don't need the pain.
I deserve better.
This I will gain.
I'll pray to God.
He won't mislead.
Rather Him alone I trust.
He's the only one I need.
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