NOMAD

I stepped onto lonely street and stumbled along its rocky expanse; my walk didn't lead to heartbreak hotel like the lyrical poem of Elvis Presley's drift, instead, I found myself caught in the slickly wet of a spider's web.
My stagger was characteristic of the unsteady stagger of a drunk's foolishness, I moved in the opposite direction of the wind's pull.


I am NOMAD.
Tales of my gypsy streak may have titillated many ears seated around the cliché bonfire of cool evenings...
and my character may have portrayed me as a stranger,
wrapped in ragged clothing,
stained by the dust of the desert's rise,
tortured by the heat of the atmosphere, 
and helped along by a very dehydrated camel which bore the burden of an oath.. 

Ellipses...
The three blots on my personal...
Ellipses...
The inept completion to the words I dare not speak...
The fade at the end of my pain...
The consequential repetition of a circumstance speaks of a severity which my broken back pinky promised my lips not to yell...

I am a prisoner of my mind...
curled into the safety of my shell, holding my breath for centuries until my gasp becomes etched in stone, a pillar of pain unknown.
I am stalled by the silence of ellipses, which possesses the knowledge of everyone but never spills...

Pain...
a sequence of torture within, and sickly composure without.
I was asked to bare my pain afterwards, and I ripped the shirt of my shame and attempted a feat I deemed never...

How is it possible that I can speak of something I barely understand, and how can I understand a reality that blurs life until it shimmers along the reality of death?..

The cripple of death is a stealth beast that does not spur the love of a beauty, but soils the soar of Joy's wings and stains the white of her purity.

Melanin has become a pigment of my low estate.
I'm burnt as dark as brown, and that is reason enough to profile my reality and term it criminal.
I have been made to see through the lens of depreciating lines and I marvel at the single minded tenacity, and absolute wrath that rules him, and everyone he owns.

He would wake up after the dawn, tortured by secret demon we did not ken.
He will scream out orders and whips would decorate our battered backs with more scars. 
To them, we are trees that breathe and move, and the jealousy of our strength made them hit at us with the axe of their intimidation, with the hope to cut down our sturdy, until it becomes a whiny, whimpering weakness to their joyful chagrin.
I am Slave.
Labelled by lips identical to mine, and tongues that breathe menace like its food to savor.

I refused to do what they ask and hurt a child smaller than me, whose eyes sang of fear like a bloody symphony. they were drunk with their own evil, reveling in the vomit of their disgusting spew, and high on the perverseness of their existence.

I said "No", and their laughter turned to snarls. they threatened to break me and I smiled at the understatement. I couldn't be more broken than my circumstance.
They picked me up, they threw me down.
They picked me up, they kicked me down.
I rolled away staining my bruises with the harshness of mother nature's floor.

I flew off a cliff, and I fell in a slow motion style, characteristic of movies that would exist after me. I heard their laughter from a distance, just as I fell into the fountain as stiff as the nothing I was.

I called to death, from deep within.
I stretched my arms to welcome its cold embrace, and smiled when I saw it lurk yonder.
When I was just a hair-breath away from eternal doom, I heard a voice in the midst of singing.
"I love you", the voice whispered.
"Wait a minute"

The voice enticed me and I closed my eyes and accepted its sweetness.
I opened my eyes and I am on the bank of the river, washed clean of the dirt that melded its impurity to my flesh.
My spirit tingled and danced a rhumba on my heart's floor.
I heard footsteps, and instinctively tried to stand, but a hand gently nudged me down. HE treated my sores and washed my pain.
Now I stand in a place I was deemed unfit to.

HE opened a door, and I entered, 
HE changed my life,
Today I am a warrior with battle scars that erupts hymns, completely renewed, with a life born anew. 
I am the Master, when I was once the slave.
I am the priest, when I was once the offering.

Rjay-grace...