speak

January 21st, 2009

I spoke no conviction,

My tongue like a blunt knife,

Empty of the true vine,

And wine, sublime divine.

I opened wide the grave,

My teeth like flowers staved,

Upon the score of death,

I wrought with unmeant words.

Repent that soul and mind,

Are not found intertwined,

That beguiled eyes that smile,

Usher no denial.

I tell thee subtle tongue,

That makes my will undone,

You pink thin fleshed rudder,

For once speak conviction.

Wash my guttural deep,

And let your honey seep,

Sweet truth to free then speak,

The overflow of meek.

Therein rise affection,

My new third day diction,

Born like borne affliction,

So speak with conviction.