I have placed my olive branch within a glass case
I held it exposed to the elements but it is not safe to take it out now
It grows, humidifies the insides and condensation breeds, tears rolling on the surface
NAR June 2020
Ordained crime against the heart
Today, I had the most toxic of experiences, where ego and entitlement buried behind the cause most pressing of our concerns; showed itself with deliberate obfuscation. It spat upon me.
Not meant to name it specific. No, now it isn’t time.
I have confronted, stared down the violent use of hypocrisy repeatedly, for this is what the monied, the mobbed and miscreant pass between each other of tactic; up allegiance to misconstrue, as a skewed, scatter pattern. A conceit commonly uses by ordained crime against the heart; those with unjust influence drain the life’s blood. The insincere bloated Dia-tribal-schism seeks to rile, to exploit the message of the true.
It did wring me out today, and there again, I regain in the refrain only due to repeating a cycle to heal by resilience, the strength in my care for the humane remains. Rising among the despots amongst us, it cannot diminish cause, but where allowed.