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(This was me, 2:25pm, August 31, 2020—happy, and holy, and released)
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)
My words
My words, they are carried
like a seagull clenches crab
Plucked from the water
red claws pinching mad
Then dropped from the sky
to a hot pier of gull
A days hungry flock
who will never be full
Flowers
I bought these flowers
to brighten the room.
Then watch them wither
and shrivel to gloom.
Exceptional, still
they brighten the room.
In death as in life
how they still seem to bloom.
A yes or no answer
Walk gently,
spread love.
Like Wicker Passed Round Midnight’s Mass
I dare not blame the 14 Hands
for feelings I have felt
Where midnight and I meet
the moon’s shadow can’t dispel
In daylights saving grace
I justly feel that I have felt
like wicker passed round midnight’s mass
each hand is doleful dealt
A mother cries out for her loss
It’s a shouting match, Liberty song
It all depends whose side you’re on
An 80’s flick, a telethon
The donors can’t afford
A peaceful march is a riot for
The higher ups keeping score
A father dies, a baby’s born
To a family torn apart
A mother cries out for her loss.
A brother vows vengeance.
Humanity what have we done?
Another brothers grave is dug.
It’s a quick escape, getting drunk
Do what you can, never enough
It’s a 90’s jam, a slogan sung
To another civil war
It’s a house of cards, a hand of fate
A demonstration turns to hate
It’s a feeling I just cannot shake
It takes all I’ve got to watch
Wake me up when it’s all over.
That’s no longer good enough.
It’s getting harder to be sober.
With history books full of blood.
Talking by her car
Talking by her car — that night
our intuition brought us together —
I never wanted to leave.
Her guiding light
What I cannot see
in the dark of night
within myself
is another’s plight,
she finds me there
her guiding light
my luminance
in the dark of night.
Where valleys lay and peaks do rise
Beams of light which dance on my wall
Aligned with the sun I know they’ll fall
Deep within my own hearts embrace
Like shadows cast I’ll leave not a trace
Where beauty fills the untrained mind
My love, my dear, sweet dew resigns
Each blade of grass from which we crawl
Is timeless, still, the moon does fall
Where valleys lay and peaks do rise
Is where my sight and yours align
And to the depths, the deepest sea
Like an anchor rests, my heart to thee
Words Of An Average White Male 