I predominantly don’t think, I feel!

A dedication to every woman, 
who has come out on the other side!

I predominantly don’t think, I feel!

Manipulation of heart strings
       to attain answers is simple 
   and a boundary that should 
        never exist. 

To contort love or emotion
      is authentically horrific 
          rendered twisted expression
      to purposefully elicit 
              a response. 

How 
     can 
        trust
               be 
      attained?

In life we can not tell others 
     how to feel about us.

It is up to us 
     to trust within ourselves 
           to not go out of one’s way 
       to set the dominoes at play. 

   Offer preconceived notions 
       subterfuge should not exist 
               when it comes to the blood organ 
        although, as it rests, 
    it can be pretty f*cked up. 

  Nothing organic occurs when humans 
     are transformed to a live game of chess. 

 Any utterances which leave my lips 
     or my fingers while texting 
       are honest.

   They are transparent 
       and only offer surrender 
              and resolve. 

   If manipulation is executed 
         in time manifested 
                 thoughts would seep 
       through the panic room 
   encased in one’s mind 
         thought corpses would fester. 

   Does this reality exist 
        because of a manipulative lie? 

             or 

      Does this reality exist 
            because it is true? 

Manipulation in itself as a tactic 
       to reveal emotion or trick another 
    human being into possibly the worst thing 
            -- one can do to another.

Expression is such an essential gift, 
          if we are unable to express 
      how we as humans ache. 
              
What’s the f*cking point?

If we as humans are unable 
   to tell others how we feel absent 
      suspicions. 

What’s the f*cking point?

If we as humans are unable to honour 
    those who have come before us.  

What’s the f*cking point?

If we as humans don’t afford 
     a little bit of trust. 
 
What’s the f*cking point?

The verity of the situation 
    truth travels in a fashion 
            of a lotus flower 
     through the mud to emerge unscathed 
                  on the outside 

    Rebirth is muddy 
        water requires clarity 

              void of control.