I accommodate my loneliness and
restlessness in my acceptance of it
I shout my opinions from the rooftops
without publicising my identity
Fame is not my ticket to fortune
And I can say there is bravery
in purposeful self-flagellation
There is an obscenity in the triviality
of overly transmitting your predicament
in complaint. As if an oyster would risk
losing its pearl from repeatedly cracking
its jaws open to declare its grief. We only fit
a place in destiny. I feel assured to say
that a worldly disposition is far less gratifying
than achieving a stone caricature in the
Akashic Hall of Fame. Would you believe
that the non-descript has so much power
that it can call out the notoriety of others
And more empowered are the ones
that can measure all evil and restrict
its contagion. Yes, vocalisation risks
being snatched by evil, but even dishonesty
can be useful when need be. The incarnation
of God is not a doctored species. It has God’s
own profound authenticity and validation
invisible to those that are eager to judge
The falsehood of power is when it punishes
unjustly. Callous are the ones who claim
pride in the glory begotten from selfishness
The purest are those who don’t want to be
recorded in annals of a distorted history
but have the courage to be defamed for their
unwelcome but righteous legacy. Even the
madness of war can be medication. For evil
can sometimes be only weakened by careful
means of evil. This is how God makes headway.
He won’t shower blessings in his being made
your icons in alabaster and wood. His intrepid
integrity would rather be acknowledged
in what you soulfully reflect as your own
achievements of integrity, discounting the material!
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