B…you

And stamped with your imprint…Will not match and identify masks worn,To disguise the ‘Angels of Divinity’.Those who have mastered lifeAnd sit in skies with eyes that seeBeyond our limited visions.What is expected..Is a calmness that remains,Contained within.Changing the mission,To satisfy with conditionsPrequalified with a nip or tuck…Or altering what one considers fucked up,About an appearance…

That is why I’m not seen,In your presence too often.Or what you may say to me…Seldom lasts.I wonder how much your life would improve…If you took your own advice,And followed through!Where would you be?And when you arrived there…What would you do?

For what they are.And for those who don’t?Choices and opportunities,Will always be there for what they are…Recognized or not!

I’d like to thank those behind the ‘scenes’Each and every ‘one’!I’ve been given an opportunity here,Like none other.But I see it is time for me to move on,To another.I will always be grateful to poemhunter…And could never speak ill of it!Although there are a few here,Who should stick to just being poets.Instead of sneaky,Sick, demented…

I had to accomplish and achieve.And I don’t ‘believe’ this to be true.It’s a matter of fact I have lived through.To witness adults,Who are not grown men and/or women.Bartering their accountability…To escape what it takes,To move forward without excuses…Based upon their abilities.Displeases my sensibilities.Although others may find this common.I have no patience with that at…

I find myself discovering a wealth,Of understanding I am handed and pursue.And the magic of this…Is not so much that I have aged.It seems that INo longer denyMy triumphs or those delays!With a patience that has grown,To unmask and live my life…I find that I am the first to admit wrong,And not to insist that…