I am a commutator, deliberate with language, spoken and unspoken.
I am a weaver of stories playing over and over.
I am a messenger, touching with my eyes, caressing with my words,
wrapping my arms around all those who have heard.
I am always moved to find ways of relating, using my voice responsibly,
is what I strive for wholeheartedly.
I am an observer by nature, a reluctant participator and a leader in waiting.
I am humbled by the sage and overwhelmed by the hating.
I am transfixed and transcended by uplifting and creating.
I am moved to expose, to fulfill my destiny,
then slipping back into my silence and reverie.
I am a warrior for the poor and I am an advocate for the forlorn.
I am forever indebted for the call…..a call to transform.
I am a servant to the universe, with willingness and pride,
I am privileged to announce, “I am Bona Fide”.
I am living in one world indivisible, I bear witness to its pain,
no one knows the sites I’ve seen, no one knows it’s shame.
I am a lover and a sensualist savoring the deliciousness of the flesh,
and partaking of all its pleasures with much common sense.
I am turned on by the dance of the mind with another,
as our word’s journey down through the soul’s consciousness.
I am bound by honor and integrity and as intoxicating as the temptations may be,
I stay within the boundaries of society.
I am not always what I appear to be,
clothed in my demeanor of a bourgeoisie,
I am quiet, I am shy, and I dream only of intimacy.
I am a seeker of truth, but I am a weary traveler.
I am broken, I am flawed, I am spent, with tears that flow uncontrollably,
but, I am blessed with the backbone of antiquity,
and a foundation firmly rooted in perpetuity,
I possess that golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
I am moving in the direction of my potential, I am a student of the Universe,
learning all that it can teach me verse by verse by verse.
I am uplifted by the success of others, making manifest in my imagination,
all the possibilities and my obligation.
I am driven, some may say obsessively, scoffing at my desire to be the best I can be,
I am one with my imagination, we sit so well together,
with the keys beneath our fingers, fighting intrusion this way and tether.
I am in awe of which way my fancy goes.
I am an artist in my mind. I do not know the rules,
I am moved when I am moved or sit in silence with my tools.
I am without breath when I cannot speak my truth, and without words where there is no value,
against all odds I stay in the vicinity of my desire, and rally, once again anew……
…….I am so tired, so very very tired…..
I forgot (WHO I AM)
by: Louise Fowler