You can see what I’m saying but if you can’t see how I understand, you don’t get me right ?
The world and society can easily and quickly tell you the “What” to do, but there has yet to be a solid and concrete reason as to “Why”…
Human being = Be human.
It’s not human doing.
Be is experiencing.
Our callings are meant to make the world a better place, you have to be that somebody who’s being called far beyond yourself; the world. So be within it, the greater the experience, the greater the desire to want to make the world a better place 🙂
Everything is so tangible right now like I could feel these same emotions in my sleep. Like if I were dreaming, lucid is how I’d be expressed. Like running a race but I’m not shooting for first place its more of just a finish. With change change change, it’s my toothpaste right now I stink without it and my passion is naked, I was just born this way. “What if I kept reaching for the sky..?” Has taken the shape of my brain and thoughts as drastic as question marks. No pencil or paper, I cannot risk being erased or crumbled up and thrown away like a fun game at the office.
This is serious my heart has become a stirring wheel, just the wheel. Figuring everything out are gears and I let everyday be the paint job. So unpredictable dressed in a different color each day because I hate blending in. I stand out but not alone. Questioning everything about life because anything is a possible answer. Feeling my way through, dealing with everyones strange responses later. If I’m wrong and their right or what if I’ve always been right.. Who cares though, right?
I do because I feel everything so intimately like my flesh does not exist, we feel everything on the inside anyways so I’m perfect. Enough to make someone fall in love with me, like my words are therapy or a physical mentally. And I’ll throw in some Telepathy, you know this unreal sensation connecting right through, you reach me and I reach you. A Genius if I chose to write poetry with a sincere promise that I’d be everyones favorite poet. Writing words that I grabbed from my heart, where right now your imagination would be invalid because I mean this as literal as possible.
Deepest deep deeps deep, a steep plumat if you were to venture inside my falls, walls that do not cave in. Hikers death is not an option because I’m toooo alive for that. I see in terms of eternity, totally not sexual because I’m writing so just being extremely verb inside of you trying to welcome you to a new breed of reality… Roaming back to standing out but this time I see alone while I’m creating this prototype. Strong desires to change this world, not add onto it or modernize it or add a new update but set free a fairy tale.
Something I’ve allowed my emotions to design because we all dream of being whole, fully alive, no tear or lies, at our full potential. A fairy tale, right? Like Disneyland in your backyard, the happiest place on earth. I just replay this and replay this like sunlight could it be? thinking about it all the time, clock work. Mhm or maybe I’m just in over my head… Again, but just imagine.. Any size imagination will work for this one.
“If you really want the key to success, start by doing the opposite of what everyone else is doing.” – Brad Szollose
If an accumulation of material possessions equals a sense of understanding, in which the world makes it seem, will you still have that same understanding knowing that those same things are changeable with no guarantee in the fine print no matter how hard and long you work for them? Or do we falling into pieces like our lives are instantly over and on comes the depression and the fear and the worry and of course we cannot forget the anxiety… but I thought we had an understanding.. So what’s understanding really? Changeable or the unchangeable… mmh
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There is change in my throat soaking up my vocal cords. So when I open my mouth and speak, expect my voice to touch you. I’m vicious like 100 degree weather trapped in a house with no air conditioning. I’m sincere like rose petals on the floor of a romantic getaway. I’m alive like a newborn baby’s first breath. I mean business like I’m the CEO and the world is my office. Award me life because I’m training for it like an Olympic athlete. Converting a new craftsmanship wrapping my passion around people like I’m their mother or something. Expressing love like I’m the one who placed hearts inside each person. Standing in the gaps like I’ll create an earthquake if I move.
Poetry I’m a poet people. I feel words like you need air in your lungs to breathe. I articulate like I have a rule book of exactly what to say. I’ll change your life like a tragic phone call then help you put things together like a funeral. I’ll leave you in awe like you thought I was trying or something, a natural disaster. A primary cause. An individual coming against my flaws. Speaking like I’ve tapped into unlimited resources, how then could I not be of help? My thoughts are like the news broadcasts, I need everyone to hear. My favorite public service announcement. Embracing change like I created the word. Touching hearts like I’m the fingerprints that are left behind… I’m here for you like your eyes giving you the ability to see, like your mind giving you the words to speak, like your stomach crying for food to eat, like your heart beats, like your flesh seeks.