Grey, my favourite colour

Grey is my favourite color
For then I am not forced to articulate confidence
On one issue or any other
I can dance around in the rhetorics
Of academics
Imprudently trying out  glasses, a motely assortment
Of shapes and shades and sizes
As if truth were a zocchihedron
One hundred ways to tempt my logic and fate
And however it obliged to roll today
Well, I might just comply
Gray is my favourite colour
Because you can spell it to different ways and not get in trouble
Two little a difference too be bothered
Grammatical spelling errors
Minor footholds
On the way up to the slippery slope
Ontologically irrelevant
But
Epistemologically blurred lines are
Blurred lines?
Perhaps these methods are flawed
Likely lead to this existential crisis
And the hurricane that went off in my brain
Rendering my retinoptic organization inept
And my heart a mess
Thus
[ɡreɪ]
Is my favourite color

Pride, my source of providence

Conflated sense of confidence

Pride, my source of providence

Mind’s on centered on me

Self serving outlook

I’m here to get what’s good for me

Smooth talkin’

Even kinda smooth walkin’

I spit sweetness and smile sunrays

But behind these bright eyes, lies

A greedy mess

Here to get mine and leave behind the rest

Though I’ll leave you thinking you got my best

I save that for only me

The queen

The dream

The one you want to be

Yes, that’s me

But on my own I falter

Without direction from the Father

My throne is small and dissipates

Human hands built it up from human clay

All fun and play until

I’ve stumbled from my place

Looked within and found disgrace

Nothing worth preserving

What I’ve gathered for myself is fleeting self-worth

Like side-walk-chalk washed away with the rain

Just another blog post

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth… God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.” (Genesis, NIV)

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.” (John, NIV)

In the beginning there was no shortage of blogs, but she started one. She wrote, and she didn’t know quite why. But further along, we might understand why.