Here’s what I’ve learned since you’ve been gone,
It’s takes a special type of person to love people like us.
We’re not anything anyone has ever experienced.
& at are best we these special people with ability love people like you and I.
But are worst we aren’t the best people.
… but even then we’re still more fit together than we’ll ever be with anyone else.
And because of this I can only be at my best when I’m with you.
One time I farted shorty after hearing another person fart loudly. But no one knew I had farted. They only knew about the person who’s fart sounded like a garbage disposal.
Somehow the two farts merged together and became a lethal toxin causing people to vacate the area in mass hysteria.
As this person swore up and down that a smell like that could’ve have come from their body, I watched from the other side of the room feeling both liberated —because no one knew I had contributed-and guilty -because everyone thought it came from her-.
She’s a manager at Walmart now and sometimes when I’m up late at night I think to myself “How might her life been different if our farts hadn’t mutated into a nuclear gas?”.
I’ve done nothing to influence your fall
But I’ll do everything to express myself
Because the love I possess is overwhelming
I try to mask it but it seeps through my pores
and engulfs everyone around me
protecting them from themselves
However I no longer want to be a hiding place for bruised soulS
Or spend my life putting together broken hearts.
There has to be more to life than being able to say you’ve figured someone out.
When we Feel the warmth of compassion it allows us to embrace the comfort of belonging.
These moments of peace help us give in to our inclinations to submit and allow us to express the emotions that we -most times -can not explain.
Let’s exercise those freedom which cannot be bought and Encourage ourselves to explore the transcendent euphoria that is stillness.
I believe that if we are successful that these moments will last an eternity . For if the ocean is in the sky then life is a circle.
Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives
In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,
people I’ve misused
and the things I shouldn’t have uttered
These visions I cannot explain
One would have to be there
In order to experience them from my unique perspective
seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed
for a breathe of fresh air
I awake from my dream a prisoner
and slave to time
Trapped in this dream we call life.
One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.
While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.
Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:
“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”
To which the boy’s father responded:
I do not feel sad? Do you?
The boy replied:
“No, but we don’t have much money?”
The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:
“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”
Many people inquire about my habits. I assume that they’d like to be able to place me in a category that’ll help them understand my behavior.
Although it would make me uncomfortable, I would label myself a writer – thats is if it were up to me to decide-.
From my perception, the art of writing is a path so broken and divided that one must be lost in order to indulge in its essence.
And so it is while on this path, that I’ve witnessed myself transform into the words I’ve manifested onto paper; living vicariously though literature.
Consequently, I’ve become the main characters of the stories Ive grown accustomed to writing; a comedian, a politician, a poet, singer and sometimes even God.
My experience is therefore too complex to define but nevertheless, too entertaining to look away.
When I recite the words “I know nothing”
The concepts within my mind shatter
I image them breaking away like a Tetris pattern
Suddenly I feel a sense of liberation
I enter a reality without restraints
Eventually the concepts will come back
But I know nothing