Tine, Martine
Marked with a chisel
As if cutting metal
Stings of needles
Could not compare
As carpenters slice wood
Hence occurred the separation
A baby’s abort
Slightly resembles it
The suction of life
Did not cease life
As veterans from war
A major limp lingers
The core of the bone
Flushed from the blow
The person no longer stood
Behold the frame!
Without image what use is frame?
The two make the whole!
What functions the incomplete?
AGONY!
Written between 1988-89
MBM-Tine Brice
Surely in some remote corner of this world there’s someone that I’ve offended to the core of their being. I might’ve even forgotten the act but the pain remains freshly bruised within your spirit. I’d like to believe that I’ve passed the stage of when I was a complete fool and downright obnoxious to anyone and everyone but it doesn’t seem fair to leave you in your pain. I’m truly sorry for paining you. Regardless of the reason, my pain should NOT have been shadowed over onto you. You didn’t deserve to be a victim or scapegoat to my anguish or stupidity. I so wish I could remove the sting, the scar, the memory of each inflicted pain I’ve caused you but I’m limited to what I can do. So again I truly and sincerely apologize to you and turn your soul’s case over to God now for a full and complete remake. You deserve so much better dear one! I pray now that God goes to the north, south, east, west of each corner of the world, leaving no stone unturned to find, heal and rescue you. May God find you for me, then treat you as the prince and princess you are in His eyes. This is my overdue gift to you, in all sincerity I release God’s cleansing anointing through Jesus blood over you for a new beginning! Be blessed!
01-16-2021
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 