SRamble my Eggs (Dupies Mind)

 

I am plagued by a poisonous case of mutiny.  It’s difficult for me to not always be skeptical about words half uttered by my mother; especially; but now my father. What’s the bother, issuing proper dues to a life enlivened?

 

Grace to grave

Quickly engraves a new gray

Better days ahead with the wind

Constantly prevailing

Life constantly flailing

Every which way

Who is to say that one may

Or may not

Decide to tie any sort of knot

Leave alone matrimony

Pass some more harmony

That’s charming and alarming me

To constantly live to be free

Unhindered by the masses

Anxiety suppressed by the willingness to breath

Alone.

Phone.

Home.

Where are they?

Is anyone listening?

Is everyone constantly subconscious

Is there thought,

Or a lack of terminology.

Oh the vast psychology.

An expression so insufficient and tainted by my own petty trivia.

Are we to comfortable in our own fluffy vices-

I’ve atleast been fluffing mine!

No credit shall be submitted to a wholly lack of commitment,

Integrity,

Self-discipline,

Self-worth,

Love for life.

 

To infinitely and utterly starve with unconditional love is passion. Passion is the true synergy of love applied to life. Passion as an expression of love is our best attempt at defining love’s divinity. Understood is the pure existence of love, contained therein is a vast and complex realm, held and harnessed in a life beyond the human earth. Human is not earth, in terms of science; more vast and ascendant is the ocean! Further and more supreme is space! Space is what we know least!