You say I am a Black Soul Rider,
That I belong in a murky sewer.
You say my faith will never burn brighter,
That I am neither Thinker or Doer.
You say I prefer to seek adulation,
Dismissing sincerity of my writing.
You say I am nothing but manipulation,
A dumb blond who thrives on fighting.
You say I am a sycophant leech,
Parasitically sucking your good intention.
You say I am an impersonated breach
Of all that’s considered love creation.
You say I am a maggot destined to fester
On a heap of leftovers from evolved humanity.
You say I am an Ego riddled tester
Of your balance and your inner sanity.
You say that cows and puppies dwarf me
In the expression of grace and inner nobility.
You say I am a soulless politician
Used to maneuvering amidst hostility.
I say the mirror of those expressions
Is your wounded soul searching for meaning.
I say I will heal from those transgressions,
You’ll remain the forever murderous killing.
And I know my infinite ‘Ego-egg’ love
Observing your ‘Ego-less’ crushing of bones,
Will carry me from within… through above,
While you cast.. the first Biblical stones.
I say my heart and my spirited voice
Anally fisted from all you convey
Is slowly waking to one simple choice:
In my life… matters not… what you say.