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!
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