Service To Yourself.

When can I hold my head up high? When will I be good enough for myself, Can the stars come and meet me half way-Will I able to hold my head up, when the clouds around me are folding in. Can I stand still where the lights has gone dim- Hear my heart cry as the joy slips from my finger-, I have lost all hope in my toes for the road has become rough under my feet-can you listen to the sound of the whispers that crush against my thoughts-Oh angels take this sadness from my shoulders, for my mouth has lost it's way- why can't you care for me, when the flowers have lost it's voice and the wind no-longer walks beside me-you stomped over my eyes , while you stabbed me in my center, the center that creates my heart, what passion do you carry in your pelvis, what sex do you enjoy, remove that mask, you have placed over those cold eyes. I have cornered myself in this little space that as no face for me to notice.you have cheated me out of my creativity , stole what is my speech into the outside world.  I fear, what monster I have invited into the space where god stand stills, you dress yourself under the carnival of clowns, nibbling as a rat nibbles and the leftovers from the dead- Cough up my spirit, take your coward-less soul out of the way of my light/ stand tall you beast, traveling along the pathway of passion,that walks under your feet, your feet of ice. Shut up/for you have nothing hidden between your breast,but the runs of miss place plastic of waste/ will you carry me when god has danced his last dance.  What service do bring to the table where god has forgotten your name.