Future Tense.
Scores and scores
Of immeasurable pain
Have graced the canvass
of my existence.
Adversity and deleterious recalls
spew forth
From my acquired synthetic,
feminist mane.
I do not know what it takes
to fertilize A potential
neonatal affection,
But I desire that Yahweh sees fit to birth-
An inseparable, attainable connection,
That’ll erase my venomous recollection,
And unveil the scarlet curtains of protection,
And in the understanding of my heavenly election,
Putting away the past misconception
That I’ve held towards all men.
Through my identity in the Most High,
I have been initiated into the laboratory
Of the beginning stages of what it is to love.
Of what it is to relinquish embedded pride-
And yield to the opposing tide
That desires to encompass around my every side
That I may be strengthened by God to be able to abide
In Him.
The flaming adversary within me
generated by my own self,
will only then be crushed
and make way for vulnerability.
And peace,
And bliss,
And inestimable joy
And will then be able to round the sharp edges of my being,
Encasing my priceless gift
In a precious vessel of beryl emerald,
Sealed with divine light,
Only to be exposed by the one who desires closeness with Elohim.
And though the journey be long,
And the sands of time fade,
May Yahweh’s love abound
unhindered by self indulgence,
and fleshly desires,
societal pressures,
and unabashed liars.
Stay Groovy. Keep Kickin’
-Alda.
Sui Generis. 