A Couple of Rusty Poems by the Boi Slave

With permission of The Boss

Personally I like poetry in its rough form. It’s the one factor of my self that I prefer to leave uncontrolled. It’s constantly in flux, desperate to be tidied up, but no. I may be owned yet no one owns my poetry, not even me.


Speak your truth

Live it

Own it

Be owned – if that’s true

Honesty IS

The zenith of liberation

Trust – from The Boss’ POV

Trust is a house

Trust is my word

Trust is a foundation

Trust is binding

Trust is support beams

Trust is honesty


It puts a roof on us

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.