When My thoughts Arise
In words I Summize
With Poetry.
Flow be Right
Passions and visions in Sight.
Knowing and releasing results,
Loving freely
Loving wide.
Discriminatory Judgment:
He’s an Addict,
He’s a player,
Even a Tool.
I’m Unstable,
I am played,
Even a Fool.
The outer perception,
Grimy unchaste.
The inner Experience,
Intense and Unpaced.
……..
My thoughts on you
Do remain true.
I want to play this out,
To see what may come about.
For time I propose
Each fortnight a repose.
Twixt the meetings
What we get are high-lows.
My eyes of blue
See into you.
The chaos reigns.
The chains you must raise
Above
Self-hatred
And work for Self-Acceptance.
Brigid Faye, Reader 