All, Journal, Poetry

Don’t Fucking Suffer, Son

Spent my whole life getting laughed at –
Thought love was where life was at:
So I found myself last,
Till I found myself at last –
Now I’ve finally passed my own past

I returned to innocence in a sense
But I also got Belly opening scene with my big dick energy

Like Cardi B:

You can’t fuck with me, if you wanted to…

But listen, you can be your own hero too
So save yourself and let everyone else be themselves

It’s worth it….
Don’t fucking suffer, son
Because life gets fun,
When you love number one

So say it:

I deserve my dreams…
I deserve my dreams.

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All, Poetry

33, Reminder

It took 33 years for me to learn that emotional security is the center of my cyclone,
And that without it I am simply detached and disconnected,
On the spin cycle
Off-balance,
Like a sneaker in the dryer.. tha-thud, dud-dud…

Emotional security,
Not financial –

For Maslow’s pyramid is inverted for artists and creatives..

I speak from experience when I tell you your pity is not wasted on the sad sonofabitch for whom creativity, actualization, and being are her bedrock and cornerstone

Took me 33 years to figure this out

Imagine living in a machine built to spit out the lowest paying job you are qualified for,
Wherein you loathe the activity that extracts 70% of your waking hours,
Only to leave you worrying for the remainder

Take this as a reminder:

Don’t worry.

Be secure.

Own your time.

Be kind.

Don’t take shit.

And give a fuck about Yourself.

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All, Personal Mythology, Poetry, Psychology

Unknown To Myself

I’ve been revisiting the wilderness of my youth in dreams,
Picking up loose threads in the dark like berries from the forest floor
And in the mornings, I reflect on my stained-bounty,
Weaving and dyeing the truth with fresh memories;
For, wrapped in a quilt I’ve made,
Covered in shame,
My treasure has hidden,
Unborn in the buried past –
A past where I was the odd-man out,
Excluded by the in-group
A freak in my own town
Manipulated, blind…
How unknown to myself I was;
Yet in hindsight, I see,
I am reborn like the hero of prophecy,
Purifed of and by my naiveté
Myself reclaimed
My perspective changed

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Animal / On Darkside

I awoke with a death sentence,
Hated myself
The convincing whispers of silence;
The exes I spent ten years with:
Fear nearly convinced me I wasn’t lovable / alive – (insert my life here)…
Shallow bitch named Daniella started a club (Broke my heart)
The precedence that it is okay to disown me, as one would a villian;
Shannon joined, naturally (Aye love)
Sarah may soon…(I can’t live lies)
Woe is exile from-self (Who am I.)
So I tried calling my Mom,
But choked-back with tears,
I hung up –
If this all makes me an animal,
Come fuck me, I like it;
For I live on darkside,
Where I’m already dead to you too

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