I am, I am..
I am yet undefined ..
The earth cracks bellow..
My strength I pull..
I am the shadows..
Of Christopher Colombo..
Yet to discover t' new world..
From old..
I am with faults..
Too many to mention..
I am t' best song on t' play list..
Only one with skips in its plays ..
I am loved, lurved,..
Hated and very dearly missed..
I am t' sun, fighting of t' nothingness..
Of the universe, I bring you life
Yet I leave burns on skins;
Skin cancer, Sorry!..
I am t' hope for all things positive..
Yet negativity,..
Hangs on my shoulders..
I am t' phoenix seed..
Fruits rotten in ashes..
Comes before me..
I am just human..
Weights of my positives a' negatives..
Define my equilibrium..
I am yet undefined ..
The earth cracks bellow..
My strength I pull..
I am the shadows..
Of Christopher Colombo..
Yet to discover t' new world..
From old..
I am with faults..
Too many to mention..
I am t' best song on t' play list..
Only one with skips in its plays ..
I am loved, lurved,..
Hated and very dearly missed..
I am t' sun, fighting of t' nothingness..
Of the universe, I bring you life
Yet I leave burns on skins;
Skin cancer, Sorry!..
I am t' hope for all things positive..
Yet negativity,..
Hangs on my shoulders..
I am t' phoenix seed..
Fruits rotten in ashes..
Comes before me..
I am just human..
Weights of my positives a' negatives..
Define my equilibrium..
love it KD...bkm
ReplyDeleteOh this is very cool.....all the facts and foibles and complexities of being human. So well done!
ReplyDeleteYou are of everything, indeed. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteso honest - great piece KD.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece!
ReplyDeleteBalance is everything. Nice piece, Kodjo.
ReplyDeleteShrug those shoulders! Great piece.
ReplyDeleteI agree, the balance was wonderful! Refreshing and honest~
ReplyDeleteLove your beautiful honesty Kodjo! :-)
ReplyDeleteYou have defined balance - the pos and negs of humanity. Well done!
ReplyDeletevery nicely done. love how you explore all the contradictions of being human. the the title undefined....I'd like to think that there is simple still much in life that is yet unwritten; and we can illuminate the remaining pages ourselves.
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