There’s one thing I know for certain
And it’s the same thing I’ll never admit
Because Hell knows that even if I did
Not even Heaven could save Mary’s kid
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There’s one thing I know for certain
And it’s the same thing I’ll never admit
Because Hell knows that even if I did
Not even Heaven could save Mary’s kid
It’s become abundantly clear through time and misfortune, not to be confused with the physical form such as money or objects, but rather with the exploration of self, the embodiment of peace, and the idea that expression can or should be limited or contained due of a value system built out of fear and intolerance.
Most of our lives we are given what can be thought of as a safety net of ideals—paths to follow, standards to meet—to make life “easier” or conducive to the perception of others.
Rather than present ourselves the way we deem fit, the general standard is to be as the chameleon—to do whatever it takes to fit in—who blends into its surroundings for survival.
Well, for myself, I’ve learned to accept and reject that pattern as it does not allow for growth.
I’ve grown everywhere from upside down to sideways and still have come to the conclusion that no matter how hard you try, there will always be a group, a banner, many men and signs who will make it their duty to mock one’s freedom of self.
I accept myself.
Further more, I applaud myself.
I look in the mirror and examine an ever changing life force composed of trial and error, love and appreciation, a life force who has exhausted himself to live his truth, that is…well…hell if I know!
I’m still figuring that out, one moment, one step, and one portrait at a time.
Thankfully enough, I’ve been blessed by an equal partner, a beautiful guiding spirit of light and love to help nurture my venture to freedom of self—Ariel Rachel—who does not judge but embraces my eccentricities as I honor and trust full heartedly in hers.
I highly recommend letting go of inhibition, being open and honest with yourself, others, and showcasing who you are, each and every day.
Be well my friends. I look forward to seeing you for everything that you are, today, tomorrow, and in future discoveries.
(This was me, 2:25pm, August 31, 2020—happy, and holy, and released)
At the end of the race
make em say:
to hell with these eyes they’ve seen too much
this tongue is all rotten with tasteless buds
what ears are these they’ve heard enough
and liver? What gall you, it’s all washed up!
His sole’s so worn, all callus and rough
even nail beds torn up from climbing so much
lips like a canyon, dried, cracked and his blood
it’s cheaper than whiskey, diluted with love!
To hell with his soul, heaven’s full and what?
His brain, are you mad? It’s pondered enough.
What use is this flesh, it’s ancient as stone
he’s breathed his last breath, he’s skull and crossbones!
While someone’s tightening the belt
strapped firmly around the throat
and another’s sporting her crown of thorns
trailing hoots and hollers towards hell
there’s a man dressed casual
waiting for the bus, and it’s cold
and he’s dancing with himself
and he’s smiling, sadly so am I.
Dancing with the Devil
I coax his fire
whispering he tells me
I’m a no good liar
stepping on his toe
once than the another
throwing up his hands
as if time has expired
Go says the Devil
be gone come the morn
for I have no use
for you anymore
just promise me this
you’ll never return
fool me thrice said the Devil
and it’s there you shall burn
All right said I
understanding his plight
for giving me up
and back to the night
for even the Devil
must do what is right
as do I now crawling
back to the light.
You are not great
You are not special
You’re another puzzle piece,
a letter of scrabble.
But spell great without the G,
or special when missing a C,
place yourself wherever you fit
it’s for them you’ve got to be
they’ll take credit either way, so
if and when you tell
listen son, be a good girl now, when you’re all worn out
it’s best to give em hell.
Love is not
holding someone back
Love is helping them
get to where they want to go.
So if it seems your Love is gone,
take comfort in that
Love is sacrifice.
Love is sacred.
Love is not holding yourself back
for love.
It is not a cage, nor game to conquer.
Love is to be shared.
Bukowski said, “love is a dog from hell.”
Someone else said love is kind.
Another, love is blind.
Love is giving her their chance
Love is taking mine.