rebellion

I was in dissent with those who hid behind authority. It was indecent to close the door on me. Only recent did freedom seek liberation in the yore of me. A rarity of disparity the welter of my relegation of society. Pungent were my efforts for amelioration from inside of me. My heart, the venue of my love to ascend. The part of where to begin. With no acceding of me to the proceedings that be.... There is no start. But I'm here and within. Characterization is the mere of exterior. Character relations has no fear for posterior. As if the wind will never cease to blow...a tune in which some will never even know.

To break.

"I shall not want" There is no justice when my needs or earnings only meet a cold deprivation and dictation. Today, I question. I question a lot of this world. To grab at the multiple "to be thought up" answers is more of a false reciprocation of the outcome or "doing's" of unnatural endeavors stoking the occupation of my imagination. I can't go anywhere, but I can go just about everywhere with these thoughts. This is not curiosity because I am actively being effected, but is it then a challenge that I must meet. Or wait. Wait for something or someone. I, originally had intentions for my inactions that were to be completed by myself and carried out as the defining actions of my young life.....as an artist who would become a humanitarian only after becoming first, a mother. I am not a failure but incomplete because of my false start, and frozen in what I frightfully would like to call the beginning, though some things must end. Liberty must become the state of myself for all of my actions. Freedom must ring. Remembering freedom, with the yearn for a Liberation to Life and Love itself, my heart powered what has become my current inactions of today. The feeling of being incomplete is like starvation. I am unbroken