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2016: Making Room For the New

Goodbye to the purge of 2016. A historic year globally and individually. I would like to thank all of those who peace’d the fuck out, vanished, or tried to subdue me. Without you all I wouldn’t have found your replacements, across the board, the empty spaces you left behind have been filled with gold. Like a Japanese bowl I look better when I’m out back together. I am always whole. 

To the flighty girls, I forgot why I didn’t associate with you anymore. But I remembered quickly. I admit, I got savage, dismantled the social structure of your petty hierarchy. It was fun. I needed the power, I had been lacking for so long. Your constant awe of me, of what I considered mediocrity, was the sign. I don’t believe I’m above anyone, but you’re all below me. If I were to try to lift you up, I’d end up down there with you. Bye!
To the demon, I don’t have to wish anything upon you. Karma will teach you your lessons. As it has been showing me mine. Although you’ll always have a place in the deep dark blackness of my asshole. Bet you thought I was going to say heart, never. You have been banished and I threw out the one you poisoned. This new blossom is stained glass, fragmented in the light of glory. Everything you told me I couldn’t/shouldn’t do is the epitome of my epic and growing mastery. Suck it. 
To my angel, thank you dearly for coming to my rescue with an iced coffee and a joint. You were my saviour and I couldn’t have done it alone. All the fears I had before jumping, were completely soothed the moment I got into the car with you. Your family and your love healed me and it tears me up that you can’t open yourself and allow me to do the same for you. I will have your back indefinitely. Take your time. I’ll repay you, if not in this life, then the next time around. Cross my heart. 
To my sickness, I appreciate the warnings. I heard you, and I’m following through. If I slip up, feel free to nudge me, gently. You know I cherish your adversity; the greatest father, you have been to me. We are on the same team, and with the strength I gain from fighting you- I can do anything!
To blue eyes, your wave wasn’t as high as I thought it would be. No worries, you ride yours and I will conquer mine. Your replacement arrived in less than 24hrs and for that I can never hold a grudge . I would let you go a million times over, again and again, if it meant I would find a new teacher immediately. I blamed you for wasting my time, but I see you were just collecting your things and moving out. Your vacancy was filled, you turned out a light and I found a new dawn. Keep carving yourself and your work. Keep surfing. Opening up is hard, but I don’t regret being authentic with you. I know you think I’m unorthodox and a little too “new agey” but we speak the same language, you just don’t hear yourself. Listen to your heart, don’t be a martyr. Stay high. 

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Reevaluate the Execution

Considering a humble life
Of duty and lust
Of a wonder that pulls

My hair, whispers past my ears. 
Windows can’t be closed,
Forced to embrace the

Brillant scattered light
In a fit of naivety I take 
Leaps across universal

Lines of time and 
I hold my breath
Until I break the surface,

Gasping, I follow the signs.   

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Such Sun

Telle importance,

Your sun, your glaze of gold. 

Touching me most secretly, deeply

So that I glow on my own. 
Tel éclat,

A harnessing force inspired you. 

And so, you came to me

Fusing with intention, ecstatically. 
Telle ouverture,

My sun, how swollen and divine

Spilling through seams, sharing the

Fruit and love of being. 

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Hey Fuckface

Hey fuckface (she says lovingly)Are you going to combine forces

And finally fuck with me 

She says: (only jokingly),
Without a tremble you can kiss me. 

If you don’t let yourself get bored;

I’ll keep you on the tippiest of toes. 
You know, I forget-

The last time I had faith in

Anything but the present. 
And each and every minute seems

To torment my very existence. A need

To love with freedom, individuality,
And softness hidden, mildly.

I am your equal, so you know the dangers

Hurt me, please, and I’ll return the favour. 

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