I am busy
nO , I donit have TIME for your eggs on Monday
Tuesdayö ummm no, suck your game.
Sunday mornings are the only thing that matter
Soon little feet will pitter patter
if you ain’t about it
get out the game
heart, heart, smile smart
Where are you?
Let’s up the game
If I could be me
As much as a tree trees
How wonderful life could be
Nature exists in perfection. It becomes the verb of itself. A tree trees, air airs, earth earths, fire fires. They perfect what they are supposed to be. If we as individuals take ourselves as a verb and perfect the being that we are, then great heights we can reach and wonder of all ages we can see. If only we can commit to be the verb of our being.
Poetry allows you to interpret the words of joti heir through the eyeglass of your own world.
You think I am embarrassed
I see it in your stares
I am not
There is freedom
In in living without care
Yes my clothes could use a sew
But a covering is not worth
Hours of slave dough
I was like you too
A long time ago
I tried with all my might
To give it a go
It all stopped making sense
A few years ago
And then it made sense
Life became mine
I feel no defeat
Yes I sleep in a box
In a public square
But the stares don’t bother me
Nor do the glares
After you are done with that meal
I’ll enjoy the rest of it
They give me the same power
They gave you
I’ll squeeze some lemon on it
So I don’t get your slave flu
You can save me if you want
Maybe I’m doing it all wrong
But I don’t see the difference
Between a bed under the sky
Or one cemented up high
Here the birds see me
They don’t glare or stare
They just sing along with me
Now please don’t feel sorry
You can also come for a bit
We’ll have jolly times
Until your human owners call
So you can make money
For that food that I enjoy after you all
Don’t worry you see
I am not crazy
I just discovered this world is not for me
And I don’t see an exit
So I will calmly wait out the storm
So I can get back to where I came from
There is no such thing as normal
Just acceptable and unacceptable levels of insanity
Who determines that is a mystery
We don’t know where we came from or where we are going. So could there actually be a thing called normal? Is the person who douses themself in drugs and alcohol normal because they can’t stand the insanity?
Or is the person who walks on and ignores the insanity in a sober state normal? There is no such thing as normal and supposed to be … don’t you believe? So if there is no normal, it means you must must be exactly who you are.
That is the only thing the universe expects you to be. A 100 percent expression of you.
It is strange to be a creature
aware of it’s own demise ….
Do you ever think about the fact that one day you will not be?
The very thought can suck the air and induce crazy thoughts
That is likely why most choose to be bossed
A fake security to make meaning of being lost
In the meaningless matter
Without ever trying to make anything better
It is not all lost you see
The messages we receive are just drugs and seeds
The real sits inside you and me
There are no rulers and givers of good
Just one who exists and one can make things be
You
The ways of the world makes no sense
Sometimes I want to escape myself
Hover high above
And wait for something else
Sometimes … well a lot of the time, our world just seems lie a meaningless bump on a log. Actually a bump on a log might have more purpose.
You wake up – get out there. And then wonder what it’s all really even about.
I don’t know.
Let’s just create art, perhaps it will bring beauty to the nonsensical.
When you strip it all away
And you just don’t belong anywhere
The world seems not for you
What do you do
There is nowhere to go
And exist you must
Yes you can end it all
But it seems like
An extravagant choice
So what do you do
You must find meaning
And the moon shines
And when you look at the water
It whispers things
There is something there
Don’t let it go
There is something
A living
Beyond the noise
There is something for sure
So don’t lose hope
Like I almost did
Today
Tomorrow will be brighter
If you choose to look for the
Brightness
It is there
The better choices are in front of you
Better love and life
When you get totally
selfish
