Into my stream of consciousness
thoughts seeking truthful resurgence
And yet,doubtfulness resides
stronger as the days go by
my mind, a wealth of information
Lost within a world of affirmation
a lone voice inside of me
holds a candle of hope, a filling sense
of reclamation
Freedom of creativity
drowning in a sea of captivity
Break free the chains that bind
Seeking direction, the blind
leading the blind
listen to my voice of oneness
pay no heed least I digress
struggles for emancipation
to attain recognition of self


03.02.08

wow very good I needed that

Thanks ((((PKH)))) A few people sprang to my mind when I wrote this.People who I know are good creative souls and are being steered off track by the "stereo typical" mundane blue print of society's "norms"

Bonny, you are playing my song, so I wanted you to know this took me straight to the heart, that's what I love about you....my sis, even though I am friggin crying over ere...girl

Killing Me Softly With His Song
( Roberta Flack )

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...

Awww sweets, I didn't mean to make you cry, here have some of Bonny's skittles

Wow! Amazing when jailer and jailed are one in the same. Gives a whole new meaning to dig a little deeper in the well.

Morning Wench


Runs in and grabs the skittles, thanks Bonny

Hi Wench, good morning to you, love the "blue bull"

Noden, I have Minstrels too..........

Well, ya finally had to go and make me think....or maybe it's the fact thast it's morning and the fog hasn't cleared from my head yet....lol

Excellent writeBonnyMiss!

very well writen....