Assumptions

You say I'm harsh, too blunt or buttered with bitter melts of cynical cheese
At ease Soldiers, for u know not of the deoxygenated air from which I breathe
Until your past becomes seamed with the interwoven threads of my heart's history, you cannot relate to me and the transparency that I bring
The openness of the brokenness of my raw and medium rare souvenir of emotion is the token to which I embark on the stroking of the new chamber being birthed
The outward images you perceive to interpret dont appraise or depraise its worth
You can gauge its true value in the same manner that you predict the life expectancy and growth of an unknown flower prior to its implantation into the dirt of the earth
Only God can judge me, and last I checked you were not the all knowing, Alpha and Omega, gift giving, prayer answering, trial busting, blessing ordained, high and mighty, divine creator and master of beings, universal life force, infinity of hearts of hearts, omnipotent power of know it alls, ya'll be killing me
You think you know, but you really don't
Since when do you assumptions define my entire life's existence
Because you think you're intelligent
But what are you really selling?
The make-up of your assumptions could cake the graves of all those slain bodies laid in Haiti, Japan, Chile plus those here no longer dwelling
Quite compelling, how you think you have me figured all out
When a dot from a ball point pen is the metric defining how accurate your perceived legend maps out my journey's route
Without a doubt, your clues are more blue than the preschool cartoons and your fabricated realities would make for good Barney and Elmo sing a long tunes
The trilogy of my heart, soul and spirit and how their confessions to their stories gear it are off balance to your impressions, not even no where near it
I dont fear it, I dont fear you, my drive steers it, it steers in tune,
Just thought I'd break up the dusted trust in the room so the broken pieces could be vacuumed....