Lend Me Your Hand
So That I Can Turn Callouses Into Kisses
And Your Fingertips Into A Compass:
So That I Never Lose Track.
Let The Trees Hear Your Voice
In The Hopes That The Melodies You Chant Never Go Unnoticed
By The Morning Birds Who May Have Lost Their Courage.
Let Your Shoulders Rise
And Your Burdens Fall
Into My Palms
Like A Hammock,
Letting Them Go Slowly And Surely.
And Let The Tears You Shed For Everyone Remind Us
That You’ve Been Here Before
And That You Deserve More
Than The Monotony Of Just Another Day.
I Battle Against Perceived Certainty Daily.
More Like Societal Certainty.
I’ve Always Played Well Against What And Where People Said I Should Be As If Their Barometer On How I’m To Live My Life Is A Measuring Stick I’m Supposed To Willfully Fathom, Let Alone Entertain.
Disproving Notions Is A Personal Pastime Of Mine And This Idea That I’m Supposed To Live By A Certain Amount Of Already Imbalanced Rules When I Clearly See Other People Not Living By Them, Is Ludicrous.
I’m A Rebel Only Because My Experiences Made Me This Way.
They Don’t Want Riots On The Assembly Line.
I Could Have Been A Completely Upstanding Member Of Society…
If They Played By The Rules.
Trust. Respect. Honesty. Loyalty. Appreciation.
These Are All Important Cogs That Make Up The Foundation For Love, Or At Least What We Expect It To Be.
A Feeling We Chase Daily, And At Its Apex, An Experience So Special, It Is Both Incredibly Fake And Totally Real.
It’s An Esoteric Happening That Also Happens To Be A Very Grounded Emotion. This Idea Of Love That Most All Of Us Strive For Only Exists When Each Piece Of The Foundation Is Intact.
What Most People Think Love To Be, Is Usually Just A Series Of Fleeting Moments Quilted Together To Mask The Fact That The Foundation Is Indeed Broken.
Those Fleeting Moments Can Confuse Us, Confound Us, Undermine Our Right Mind, And Trick Us Into Doing Things More Quickly Than We Normally Would Have Under Less Emotionally Vulnerable Circumstances.
Falling Too Quickly In Love Can Result In Realizing Too Late That You’ve Made A Mistake, And That’s Probably The Worst Kind Of Position To Be In Because You’ve Settled.
Settled Into A Relationship With No Real Support, Trapped Right Back At The Beginning: Chasing An Idea.
Please Don’t Listen To Me Though, I’ve Never Been In Love.
I’m Just A Nigga On The Sidelines.
“I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom
of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.”
- Jack London
Protecting Its Own Sweetness.
She Spoke In Black Tongues
With French Kisses Traced In Guilt;
Knowing She’d Been Caught.
More Often Than Not
Her Touch Was A Reminder
That Love Runs Through Veins
When We Got Distant,
I’d Always Kiss Her Forehead,
To Lure Our Past Home.
red white and blue are the colors of freedom until they’re flashing in your rearview mirror