Textile Tapestry

Sometimes I am misunderstood by the way I express myself. At times I can be innovative or I take the old me off the shelf.

I think that I am often misunderstood because I try to appease each and everyone of you so I stand out as if I am constantly being interviewed.

I have been around this world making statements, lending my expertise to the causes of humanity, yet some still feel I am just concerned with shallow vanity.

However, this is furthest from the truth! I never wanted you to be enslaved by my fruits! It is man who labels me and charges a fee when my expression is always free!

I am so misunderstood yet I keep showing up but it is not me who corrupts fabrics dividing mankind. I don't command a runway with seasonal changes or generational times.

I am simple as a fig leaf figuratively speaking; free flowing as a grass skirt. My hues vary from red clay to dark brown dirt. I simply desire to protect and provide a daily revival promoting individual style. I can be classy or flashy, but always filled with passion!

I am an icon, I am Fashion.

Written by ONEI 2010

Swimming In Space

I fall further into an abyss
The mist grows thick
Escaping into a mental bliss
I curb my fist
Onto a pencil
UtensilI use to peruse
The abused battered places
Appearing as an oasis
Spaces unapproved for safe dwellingI'm telling, you all
What it feels like,
The fall

The pain skint my brain,
Causing me to write
When left I came.
On winter seasons, demons,
Intersecting insane,
Parallel to hope,
Perpendicular to pain.
Telepathic communication
Is not in vein.
Clairvoyant symbolism within my plain,
Field of view,
Lost some of you, in love and war
Controlled real young so my mind is sore
Hard too the core
I soar
Even in the abyss I see the door.

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

The Pit

Standing in a bottomless pit
I lit a match
The sulfur turned it black
So I'm back
at square one
Standing in a bottomless pit
I am one
With darkness
knowing of thisDarkness lacking knowledge
Standing in a bottomless pit
No light feels quite sufficient
TwirlingWithout cognizant direction
Providing correction
Not even the brownness of my complexion
Gives me affection
Self-persecution found in confusion becomes amusing
Perusing past trails I get lost and fail to recognize
The pattern of Saturn when matter in of fact
I can't bring it back
Looking at the bottomless pit
Standing with a match I lit
The path suspended in animation
I ask those who wear the mask
how can I cast
A vote of hope to those who can't cope
Stranded
In a pit to grope
Fanatically scope without guidance
Nor rope to pull them under or out
The pit
The bottomless pit
Has a mouth
Swallowing us whole full of doubt
We shout
As if church was about
Sanctified service do I deserve this route
Standing in the bottomless pit
But how?
If it has no foundation
In the bottomless pit
HE SPARKS CREATION.

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

My Mind

whats on my mind and in my mind i wouldnt mind saying
only if the words could stop this world from morally decaying
reduce the mind game playing
reintroduce spirituality and cease mindless praying
if only the verbs strung together could keep on conveying
whats on my mind and in my mind i wouldnt mind saying

the heaviness in my mind upsets the cosmos
causing most to host a dose of some of me
yet not all and i call out to like minds
to bind the time
lost in a space that never existed
yet i can't resist it in case
you paused i stand right fisted for all in all
whats on my mind i find deep dark crimes outlined
in orange and blue hues
using my tools i dig and share and blog and tware
i mean twit and hit and comment on shit
that don't even matter because its gray
in my mind i am behind the nine
inhaling a line puffing a dime sipping the
sweetness of the vine
buying carpeted pine boxes
while lying with foxes its toxic
my mind

By O.N.E.I.
copyright 2009