An Agreement to Speak

Asked for my participation or my funding,

I agreed to donate my voice,

And Speak to a community of their choosing,

These decision makers could not have known,

The language which spews from my pursed lips,

Many would critique some of what I had in mind,

As ill appropriate for those contained,

Nevertheless I spoke in a half-shade,

Dimly delving, diluted

Altered companioned style,

Yet still, scholars they call themselves,

I may disagree,

I will not label,

As I do not have knowledge,

And even then,

I would not lower myself to such a degree,

Yet, I must confess,

I found it hard, very difficult,

Speaking to those who were advertised as such,

Yet from the blank gazes gathered,

Discussing modernity

To a congregation of aborigines

Self-Absorbed

Clinging on to memories is no way to push forward,

Remembering times shared and happy thoughts

Cannot forge a trail or alter whatever is next to come,

Reflections on past glories

Is no way to soothe the sting

Created from rejections taking place in the present

Tense I am, soaked and cold,

Trying my best to numb away the negative

With so many I don’t knows,

Answers are good and fine

But only work when you unite a question to its side

Without understanding

Without direction

You’re left standing

Without attraction

To those things you need the most

Looking in the mirror

Is a terrible Idea

When you cannot remember

The face you see

May look ugly, may terrify you