Again most of what I have been posting is older writings. You will know that I've been in the head alot during those times. 
                                                                Inevitable

speaketh to me like a child
never knowing the heart burneth
you interrupt, you interrupt
before you know anything

chasing around dandelions like a lost dream
taking it for what it is worth then dropping your head-
in doubt
nothing surpasses without your attempt
you interrupt, you interrupt
before you listen to the self

churneth thou like a leaf against the wind
break apart against the force thou sayeth
you live within the realms of your mortification
you interrupt, you interrupt
before you try to decide what you are in time

always going to be something to terrify you
always going to be a mend broken like a loose stitch
always going to be something laughable, something remembered
you interrupt, you interrupt
before you grasp the right path-always one step backwards

woesth thou hand grabbing on to the stars
hands shake within its own dim light
beareth the chains of transgression, and fleet into the darkness
up high feeling so sad and below
you interrupt, you interrupt

before you learn that powers start from within
and light becomes what you learn to be
before you stop yourself

No interrupt.



-keisha s. marshall