My Confessions: Here Am I, The Man Who Said I Am; For The Love Of A Woman

I am the dead rose, I am your grief
I am the ravaged garden, I am your belief
I am the pangs of the jealous, your cruel chain
I am the pain of the sick; I am both cloud and rain.
I am the wind that conveys, your fortress frontier
I am the fingers that grip, your sour fear
I am the glow of the ashes, your broken crown
I am the dark mansion; I am the drag down.
I am the gloomy captive, your condemnation cell
I am the blind romantic, your forsaken spell
I am the dull, the sad, and the unearthly strain
I am the misery, the grief; I am the dungeon of pain.
I am your tarot card, your exile, and your malady apart
I am your ruler, your desire, and your lust undefiled
I am your season of fetters, and your cup of inspiration
I am your ravished mind; I am the mystical meditation.
I am your secret, your dwelling, and your kingdom
I am your hypocrisy, your insolence, and your wisdom
I am slay-fade- perish-diminish-break and fall
I am your dark truth; I am the fire temple that burns all.
I am your pale earthly pictures, your path, and your divine impotence
I am your proper verbal noun, your logic, and your free-will ignorance
I am your movement, your midnight moan, and your darkness
I am your opposition, your sad music; I am the madness.
I am your color, your captive, and your fresh meat
I am your courage, your image, and your heartbeat
I am your true measure, your key, and your history
I am your genetic code, your shackles; I am the victory.
I am your scars, your battles, and your mediocrity
I am your trophy, your triumph, and your authority
I am your warrior, and your constitution
I am your armor; I am the revolution.
I am your earthquake, and your nervous break down
I am your tremors, and your mighty shakedown
I am your hero, your ridicule, and your bad luck
I am your flame, your veil; I am the WOW fuck.
I am your sweet harm, the delicious privilege, and your fury
I am your sea crest, the feathers of your nest, and your glory
I am your master plan, and your civilization
I am your only pleasure; I am the elation.
I am Genghis khan in your garden of Zen
I am before, after, now and then
I am the lone man in your beast’s den
I am the wild beast among all men.
I am the pharaoh of dictionary
I am the emperor of rhymes, and the commander-in-speech,
I am the king of poetry
I am the sultan of words, and the monarch of lexis you can never impeach.

My Confessions: Here Am I, The Man Who Said I Am; For The Love Of A Woman


Joined March 2009

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Artist's Description

“We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.”
Sigmund Freud

This poem was born in the deep silence of my long-suffering heart; not amid joy. Suffering! I owe to it all that is good in me, all that gives value to my life; I owe to it pity, I owe to it courage, I owe to it all the virtues, and I owe to it this poem.
My writing is nothing, my thinking is everything. I am a thinker with writing problems..!!!

Inspired by the Music of Ke’s Strange
and the Music of The Gotan Project’s Mi Confesion

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