undeniably true


undeniably true
the committment  to write        at least  one piece       within one 24 hour  timeframe 
was apparently confusing for a few of the members      including the revered   proclaimed
site godfather     who himself, struggled with both truth        and true time in his own
a-work-a-day world..
undeniably   taking the brave leap into writing for other eyes   inevitably  forces you       up off your ass     into the practice    and   into the words…       this long-tentacled clique’ of talented asian / pan pacific islanders/filipinos/and true blood-combo  wise guy youths and youth-ettes   got  me  to crawl out from underneath my dusty  house    found me coaxing my words and thoughts out from long-treasured  hiding places     and as      i stood in this kitchen  with a coroner’s careful  precision          the sharpest knife peeled back   each layer of skin   allowing me to examine the     bright blue of   each bruise brought to surface by   this knock-around life        from lie unto truth…   
undeniably    they drove me headfirst   from beneath  the weight of   my best-of- scope   dismissing all my time-worn excuses     for laying down the pen 
undeniably      they forced me to seek  a new practice  beneath each phrase   
and on a   blackboard full of my  best pathetic reasonings  i began to erase  each of the perfect     safe numbers     amid all the  arguments    as to why  or why not   the writing had ceased…
undeniably  i was forced to  resist       the nightly call of the couch
undeniably you undeniable ones      taught me a thing or two       didn’t you…
undeniably  after two hundred and sixty three     pieces  only four comments from any of these   strangers  appeared as critique   criticism   or kudos… 
undeniably   demigods are dangerous to have     in your houses  so leave them at the door
undeniably  teaching the children to play nice  allows for safe space to create dangerous work…
truth be told?
lately  i find myself       missing      being a part of    this nightly show in spite of being   largely historically  and   undeniably ignored
but to this day      i still always   find myself
undeniably humbled        by the art contained  behind the glass of this workshop

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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