I have to remind myself of what is confirmed as factual

Not that I doubt or question it; I simply allow the phlegm of life to

To create a slippery slope of forgetfulness

I have to keep firm in mind that over and below, from another to the other side are the waving hands of passerby’s

Claiming greener lawns under false pretenses

Jail cells hidden behind house facades with white picket fences

But, I have given that a try, and it is a vehement lie

I see the banner flags of standard folks

 A worldly menagerie of malignment and self plotted confinement

Tossed about by misery; inkling for companionship and camaraderie

A single real moment of unfettered intimacy

I have forgotten before, and then in an instant remembered

Dodging the deceiver’s machete wielding; hungry for dismembering

As before, I kicked myself and quickly huffed upon the burning embers

That nearly flashed out of existence without my constant attention and persistence; to what needs be done

How we forget, when we turn away from our own reflection

Where our allegiance lies

How quickly we can come undone

Even with the mentorship of the Christ; Jah’s only begotten Son

So, I say to myself: This is to be expected

I must take a hold of the tools made available and read, study, reflect

And speak to Him, share with Him everyday

And then

Make an assessment of my own engine;

Is it in working order: Check

Oil: Checked.

An evaluation of wear and tear; Check

 Tires kicked; Check

I have to remind myself of what is important; righteous and therefore true

I wish I could stay firmly tied to the anchor of action

When I sequester my will but still my imperfect person breaks through

And its 1 step forward, and sadly backwards 2

©2010 J. K. Bradford