integration or disintegration
as the rains beat at our back
no room for quiet hesitation
hemming us in giving us zen
as we describe our longing
for some far off destination
our reservations, deviations
if we give into resignations
the night lays her body down
with smoke and cold libations
longing for the hour when
we need no false presentation
honesty has made us then
her crowning station
all we ever wanted when
we were alone no explanation
~wwb
Thank you for sharing. I like it a lot but will leave a better comment when I dissect it more. But in general…bout time!
~your bro
feels like exactly where I’m at with things or at least where my longing is!
“we need no false presentation
honesty has made us then
her crowning station”
There is a song called “New York” by Stephen Fretwell and I told a friend yesterday that aside from the NY part of the chorus, it is exactly my sentiments right now to everything and everyone that is grabbing for me with an agenda, except God and his whispers of what’s next. My biggest desire is that the next phase includes brutal honesty and no more masks and insecurities.
This is my prayer, my plead, my hope, my longing and my dream!
Thanks for reading. Like it says, I long for the hour. Agendas are a bitch, especially when they are hidden (usually only thinly veiled). But it seems impossible to completely avoid them. We all have an agenda, even if that agenda is just to be able arrive at a place where we can be ourselves (read: be brutally honesty) and still be accepted for who we are. But since not everyone has that same lofty goal it seems that at least at some times and in some places, masks are still necessary for self preservation.