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It's been a while
But the wind still rises
The change we all crave still wonders in plain sight
And forgiveness hasn't made effort to mend any ties
But it's been a while
And I'm alive in the keepers eye.

So on with the lies, and shaming of a life
Bringing templates with secrets and wicked eyes
Giving heed to pretenders
Who claim to have lived a mile, in sadness and demise
But it's been a while.

And without doubt I have seen what life has done to quiet minds
With ratchet love and little hope
But it's been a while
So i'll give it time.
Words turn to flesh
Fabricated by the many times you wished
For another daughter to exist
Utmost confession in its midst
I know your darkest secrets.
Wild eyes have seen, what wrongs you have entailed in
Another life will hear of acclaimed achievements
But the truth grows all fruits
And roots are always true.
So be wary in how you choose
To treat a human as equal as you.
For Patience knows how, to play along too.
Got a Spider pet named crept
Saw me wept
Said don't let you make me fret
For I am not lost as yet
So here I am
Waiting in hiding that you might say
"I am your best proof of faith"
Writer's block raids through my heart
Disappointments of not providing  
Sadness of words fallen
"Am I a poet ?"
Recites within my mind
"Am I good at what I love ?"
"Am I worthy of such endeavors in this life ?"
Am I ?

Advocacy I question
For what its worth
It feeds my soul
Am I, In need of such
As a
Permission to do good .

Many stand firm in symphonies
Of faith and prayers
Giving relief to thoughts of denial
And amplified patience pays off in due time
But how outreached do I question such patience.
As I feel belittled by the man in charge.
Oh God I ask of you
Am I?

Never neglecting time as the leader
I take note of my dotage span
Amongst my fellow dwellers  
And ask repeatedly
"Am I a Poet?"
Comfort spills the truth
Of me and you
Breaking me down, silence becomes you.

No !
I need not you to save thee
But let honesty cover us at night
Say something to save what has been done
Do nothing expecting everything
Have you not seen what it has done to you
What it has done to us.

Comfort spills truth
And silence steals beliefs
It has become part of me and you
Don't believe something cause it sounds right
Build a road accident
Have havoc celebrated within shrines
Season the combinations we hide
Bless profoundly the saints that wear blood on their smiles
And for simplicity
Lay your head upon a tomb
Without the engraving of a valid soul
And preach of dead doers, pleading for remembrance
That's the simplicity of this life
And yet we **** up in pride
Pilot through my everything
See what envy has taken
Mold closely the wrongs and rights of trying
And say what you see fit to be accomplished
But never stoop below your own silence
And stigmatized failure as a lost in denial
But corner hope and stay strong
For what has been done
Will be done again.
And even though memories carry debts
Pilot on through everything
Make triumph in what society condemns  
And build the future in acceptance
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